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-2-070 |
| Words | 372 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
O Jesus, appear Thy mourners to chear, Our grief to assuage, and to banish our fear: Thy prisoners release, Vouchsafe us thy peace, And our troubles and sins in a moment shall cease. That moment be now; The petition allow, Our present Redeemer, and Comforter thou, The freedom from sin, The atonement bring in, And sprinkle our conscience, and bid us be clean. Thy120 blessing of grace Now let it take place, The dew of thy mercy descend on our race; Thy Spirit, O God, Pour out on the croud, And water us all with a shower of thy blood! Hymns for the Watch-Night. Hymn V. Father of mercies, hear! Who didst of old send down 120"Thy" changed to "The" in Watchnight Hymns (1750). Page 125 An heavenly messenger, With tidings of thy Son: Shepherds, who watch'd their flocks by night, They first believ'd the word, And sang, o'erwhelm'd with heavenly light, The birth of Christ, the Lord. To men of simple heart The Saviour still reveal, The welcome news impart Of joy unspeakable; To us, who here our stations keep, To us a child be given, Who wait to find, while others sleep, The Lord of earth and heaven. With pure, celestial day Our ravish'd souls surround, Or let the heavenly ray Within our hearts be found: Let all thy ransom'd sons of grace Th' angelic army join, And chaunt in ceaseless songs of praise, The majesty divine. Glory to God above For his redeeming plan, And peace on earth, and love Benevolent to man: We justly own the glory his, With heaven's acclaiming powers; For O! The benefit and bliss, Is all forever ours! Page 126 Hymns for the Watch-Night. Hymn VI. Jesus, my Master, and my Lord, I would thy will obey, Humbly receive thy warning word, And always watch, and pray. My constant need of watchful prayer I daily see, and feel, To keep me safe from every snare Of sin, and earth, and hell. Into a world of ruffians sent, I walk on hostile ground, Wild human beasts, on slaughter bent, And ravening wolves surround. The lion seeks my soul to slay, In some unguarded hour, And waits to tear his sleeping prey, And watches to devour.