Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749) Vol 1

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1749
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1749-vol-1-164
Words372
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Universal Redemption Pneumatology
Believe, that Jesus died for thee; And sure as he hath died, Thy debt is paid, thy soul is free, And thou art justified. Written Before Preaching at Portland. Come, O thou all-victorious Lord, Thy power to us make known, Strike with the hammer of thy word, And break these hearts of stone. O that we all might now begin Our foolishness to mourn, And turn at once from every sin, And to our Saviour turn. Give us ourselves and thee to know, In this our gracious day, Repentance unto life bestow, And take our sins away. Conclude us first in unbelief, And freely then release, Fill every soul with sacred grief, And then with sacred peace. Impoverish, Lord, and then relieve, And then inrich the poor, The knowledge of our sickness give, The knowledge of our cure. Page 320 That blessed sense of guilt impart, And make us feel our load, Trouble, and wash the troubled heart In thine atoning blood. Our desp'rate state thro' sin declare, And speak our sins forgiven: By perfect holiness prepare, And take us up to heaven. Before Preaching in Cornwall. True witness of the Father's love, Celestial messenger divine, Come in thy Spirit from above, The hearts which thou hast made incline, Thy faithful record to receive That all may hear thy voice and live. Send forth the everlasting word, The word of reconciling grace, That all may know their bleeding Lord, The freely proffer'd gift embrace, Hang on the all-atoning Lamb, And bless the sound of Jesus' name. Jesu, thou only hast the key, Open the great effectual door, Extend thy line from sea to sea, And glorify thy mercy's power, Redeem the wretched slaves of sin, And force thy rebels to come in. Now to thy yoke their spirits bow, Thy way into their hearts prepare, Be present with thy servants now, With me thy meanest messenger, Page 321 Who humbly at thy bidding come, To call my fellow-exiles home. Fisher of men ordain'd by thee, O might I catch them by thy love! Thy love be first bestow'd on me, And while the pleasing power I prove, My tongue shall eccho to my heart, And tell the world how good thou art.