Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749) Vol 2
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1749 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1749-vol-2-023 |
| Words | 371 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Believing against hope, I will expect his grace, Thro' all the clouds of sin look up, And wait to see his face: Forgotten tho' I seem, He knows what I would say; The darkness is not dark to him, The night is clear as day. I dare no longer doubt His readiness to save; Will Jesus therefore cast me out, Because no good I have? To sinners truly poor Will God himself deny! He cannot cast me out no more Than he again can die! 22"Not-exprest" changed to "un-exprest" in 2nd edn. (1756). Page 34 Desiring to Pray. Hymn II. Jesu, full of grace for me, Help my soul's infirmity; Grant the supplicating grace, Give the power to seek thy face: Hear a feeble sinner groan, Burthen'd with an heart of stone; Take the heart of stone away, Give me will, and power to pray. Once again revive the dead, Stir me up to ask thine aid; By thy Spirit's breath incline This unyielding heart of mine; Now the rock in sunder rend, Now eject the silent fiend, Power into my soul convey, Sigh the pitying Ephphatha! O my God, how long shall I Coldly with my lips draw nigh, Lift my eyes with useless pain, Drop their weary lids again, Feebly struggle to declare The sad meaning of my prayer, Give the fruitless labour o'er, Gasp for utterance no more! Help a poor and needy soul, Make the wilderness a pool, Pour thy Spirit from above, Bless me with a flood of love; For thy mercy sake alone Let the miracle be done; Take my heart of stone away, Give me will, and power to pray. Page 35 Desiring to Pray. Hymn III.23 O thou Father of compassions, O thou God of mercies hear, Send the Spirit of supplications, Send the gracious Comforter: Have respect to Jesus' merit, To thy church the gift impart, Send him now; the pleading Spirit Pour into thy people's heart. If we have thro' him found favour, If for us he ever prays, Now in honour of our Saviour, Grant the all-commanding grace; Stir us up to prayer unceasing, Let us all the promise claim, Wrestle for the mighty blessing, For the new, mysterious name.