Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749) Vol 2

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1749
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1749-vol-2-088
Words399
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Universal Redemption Repentance
Then shall I be clean, And live without sin, 'Till the life of my Jesus breaks out from within. My body that dies With advantage shall rise, And be fashion'd like his, when we meet in the skies. Page 164 In the skies we shall meet; Who am now at thy feet, I at thy right hand in thy kingdom shall sit: I the glory shall see Thou hast purchas'd for me, And inherit my heaven of heavens in thee. Hymns for Those that Wait for Full Redemption. Hymn XIV.16 Jesu, cast a pitying eye, Humbled at thy feet I lie, Fain within thy arms would rest, Fain would lean upon thy breast; Thrust my hand into thy side, Always in the cleft abide, Never from thy wounds depart, Never leave thy bleeding heart. Surely I have pardon found, Grace doth more than sin abound, God, I know, is pacified, Thou for me, for me hast died: But I cannot rest herein, All my nature still is sin, Comforted I will not be, 'Till my soul is all like thee. See my burthen'd, sin-sick soul, Give me faith, and make me whole, Finish thy great work of grace, Cut it short in righteousness: Speak the second time, Be clean, Take away my power to sin,17 Now the stumbling-block remove, Cast it out by perfect love. 16Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Cheshunt, 96-97; MS Clarke, 111-12; and MS Shent, 185a-185b. 17John Wesley substituted "inbred sin" for "power to sin" in manuscript in his personal copy of the 2nd edn. Page 165 Nothing less will I require, Nothing more can I desire; None but Christ to me be given, None but Christ in earth, or heaven. O that I might now decrease! O that all I am might cease! Let me into nothing fall, Let my Lord be all in all! Hymns for Those that Wait for Full Redemption. Hymn XV.19 Jesu, my good and faithful Lord, To thee with confidence I fly; I hang upon thy changeless word, The truth itself can never lie; I have the promises I claim, Whate'er I ask in Jesu's name. The word thy blessed lips hath past, Ask, and ye shall the grace receive, Seek, and be sure to find at last, Knock, and I will admittance give; Ye shall whate'er ye ask obtain, Ye cannot seek my face in vain.