Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749) Vol 2

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1749
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1749-vol-2-007
Words352
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Communion Primitive Christianity
CCXXXV. Hymns for Christian Friends. Hymn XLV CCXXXVI. Hymns for Christian Friends. Hymn XLVI CCXXXVII. Hymns for Christian Friends. Hymn XLVII CCXXXVIII. Hymns for Christian Friends. Hymn XLVIII CCXXXIX. Hymns for Christian Friends. Hymn XLIX CCXL. Hymns for Christian Friends. Hymn L CCXLI. Hymns for Christian Friends. Hymn LI. Invitation to Our Absent Friends CCXLII. Hymns for Christian Friends. Hymn LII CCXLIII. Hymns for Christian Friends. Hymn LIII CCXLIV. Hymns for Christian Friends. Hymn LIV CCXLV. Hymns for Christian Friends. Hymn LV CCXLVI. Hymns for Christian Friends. Hymn LVI. Primitive Christianity. Part I Part II (published in 1743) Page 3 The Trial of Faith. Hymn I. "Christ also suffered, leaving us an example." 1 Peter ii. 21. Come, O my soul, the call obey, Take up the burthen of thy Lord! His practice is thy living way, Thy guide his pure unerring word, The lovely perfect pattern read, And haste in all his steps to tread. What did my Lord from sinners bear? His patience is the rule for me: Walking in him I cannot err: And lo! The Man of Griefs I see, Whose life one scene of sufferings was, Quite from the manger to the cross. Page 4 Here then my calling I discern, ('Tis written in affliction's book) My first, and latest lesson learn, For nothing here but sufferings look, I bow me to the will divine, To suffer with my Lord be mine. To suffer as my Lord I come: How did the Lamb his wrongs endure? Clam'rous, and warm? Or meek, and dumb? Did he by force his life secure? His injur'd innocence defend; Or bear his burthen to the end? Did he evade the pain, and shame, Impatient of unjust disgrace? Did he throw off the imputed blame? Did he from spitting hide his face? Did he to man for succour fly; Or offer up himself, and die? When nature sunk beneath her load, Would he the dreadful cup decline? Prostrate, and bruis'd, and sweating blood, "Father, thy will be done, not mine," He speaks, and meets his enemies, And gives them power himself to seize.