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-2-087 |
| Words | 398 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Thou art greater than my heart, Thou canst make me as thou art, Sink the proud, and tame the wild, Change me to a little child. Turn me, Lord, and turn me now, To thy yoke my spirit bow; Grant me now the pearl to find Of a meek and quiet mind. 13Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Cheshunt, 54-55; MS Clarke, 61-62; and MS Shent, 133a-133b. Page 162 Calm, O calm my troubled breast, Let me gain that second rest, From my works for ever cease, Perfected in holiness. Soon, or later then remove, Take me to my rest above: All's alike to me, so I In my Lord may live, and die. Hymns for Those that Wait for Full Redemption. Hymn XIII.14 My Jesus, my Lamb, I trust in thy name, And all thy unsearchable riches I claim. For me thou hast died, Thy blood is applied; I am come to the fountain of Jesus's side. The earnest I prove, Thy Spirit doth move, And melt my hard heart with a spark of thy love. Yet can I not rest, 'Till perfectly blest I lean every moment on Jesus's breast. What tongue cannot tell In believing I feel, The pledge and the witness; but where is the seal? The seal is secure, And keeps my heart pure: This, this is the proof I shall always endure. 14Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Cheshunt, 165-67. 15John Wesley crossed out stanzas 6-8 in his personal copy of the 2nd edn. (1756). Page 163 For this do I call On my Jesus, my all; O tell me by love that I never shall fall; That I never shall sin: O wash my heart clean: Now, Lord, thy immoveable kingdom bring in. Thy nature impart, My soul to convert, And 'stablish the thing thou hast wrought in my heart. My Alpha is here, Thou always art near, But in me, my Lord, the Omega appear. Thy gifts that are past Behind me I cast: The beginning, and first, be the end, and the last. Now, now let me feel, Thou in me dost dwell; To the day of redemption, O Comforter, seal. Return from above In the Spirit of love, And the mountain of sin by thy presence remove. For this do I pray, Nothing else can I say, But, take the occasion of stumbling away.