Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749) Vol 2

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1749
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1749-vol-2-068
Words400
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Repentance Reign of God
The Delilah within Ready each moment stands To give me up, fast bound by sin, Into their cruel hands: I slight my Saviour's aid, Take my destroyer's part, And still am falling, self-betray'd By my own faithless heart. How weak my heart and blind, That I can think of ease, Can comfort for a moment find In such a state as this! Can fold my arms to sleep, Nor pain, nor horror feel, While sinking swift into the deep, And dropping into hell. Gracious Redeemer, shake This slumber from my soul, Say to me now, Awake, awake, And Christ shall make thee whole: Lay to thy mighty hand, Alarm me in this hour, And make me fully understand The thunder of thy power. Give me on thee to call, Always to watch and pray, Lest I into temptation fall, And cast my shield away: Page 121 For each assault prepar'd, And ready may I be, Forever standing on my guard, And looking up to thee. O! Do thou always warn My soul of evil near, When to the right or left I turn, The witness let me hear, "Come back; this is the way: Come back, and walk herein:" O may I hearken, and obey, And shun the paths of sin. I would from every sin As from a serpent fly, Abhor to touch the thing unclean, And rather chuse to die. I would, I would my last This very moment breathe, Would die, that I may never taste Of sin, and second death. Thou seest my feebleness, Jesus, be thou my power: My help, and refuge in distress, My fortress and my tower: Cause me to trust in thee, Be thou my sure abode, My horn, and rock, and buckler be, My Saviour, and my God. Myself I cannot save, Myself I cannot keep; But strength in thee I surely have, Whose eyelids never sleep. My soul to thee alone Now therefore I commend; Thou, Jesus, having lov'd thine own, Shalt love me to the end. Page 122 Hymns for the Watch-Night. Hymn III. I, I am the man that have known Distress by the stroke of his rod: And still thro' the anguish I groan, And pine for the absence of God: The happy in Jesus, may sleep: But O 'till in me he appears, Be this my employment to weep, And water my couch with my tears.