Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749) Vol 2

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1749
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1749-vol-2-051
Words376
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Catholic Spirit Universal Redemption
Thrice happy soul! By special grace So highly favour'd here, To sound in death the Saviour's praise, And breathe the Comforter: Page 86 On earth t' enjoy the blissful sight To dying Stephen given, And see his Lord enthron'd in light, And see his opening heaven. That heavenly bliss, when language fails, His every look displays, And every smile divinely tells The raptures of the place. The glory, while he lays it down, Shines thro' the sinking clay, And lo! Without a parting groan, The soul ascends away! Without a groan the Christian dies! But not without a word: On me, on me, he loudly cries, To meet our common Lord. He calls me by my worthless name, My soul he beckons home: And lo! In Jesus' hands I am, And lo! I gladly come! Witness my undissembled tears, If here I wish to stay, Or rather to shake off my fears, And corruptible clay. Witness the searcher of my heart, Whose absence I bemoan, And pine, and languish to depart, And struggle to be gone. Lord, if thou didst indeed inspire Thy servant's dying breast, And fill him with thine own desire, That I with thee might rest; Thine own desire in me fulfil, Thy perfect love dispense, And freely my backslidings heal, And now transport me hence. Page 87 Hymns of Intercession. Hymn I.107 Head of thy church, whose Spirit fills, And flows thro' every faithful soul, Unites in mystic love, and seals Them one, and simplifies the whole; Less than the least of saints, I join My littleness of faith to theirs, O King of all, thine ear incline, Accept our much-availing prayers. Come, Lord, the glorious Spirit cries, And souls beneath the altar groan, Come, Lord, the bride on earth replies, And perfect all our souls in one. Pour out the promis'd gift on all, Answer the universal "Come," The fulness of the Gentiles call, And take thine antient people home. To thee let all the nations flow, Let all obey the gospel-word, Let all their bleeding Saviour know, Fill'd with the glory of the Lord. O for thy truth and mercy sake, The purchase of thy passion claim, Thine heritage the Gentiles take, And cause the world to know thy name.