Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749) Vol 2

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1749
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1749-vol-2-103
Words380
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Universal Redemption Catholic Spirit
We cannot rest in sin subdued, Or look for endless wars; We shall be conquerors thro' thy blood, And more than conquerors. Let others plead for sin's remains, Their dear, inbeing sin, If all thy blood can wash our stains, We shall be throughly clean. We dare avow the gospel-hope, And wait the truth to prove, After thy likeness to wake up, Renew'd in sinless love. Hymns for Those that Wait for Full Redemption. Hymn XXXVI.43 Salvation is in Jesu's name For all who him receive: To save the world from heaven he came, That every soul might live. Thro' grace we take the purchas'd grace, We answer to his call, The Saviour of mankind embrace, My God who died for all. 43A manuscript precursor of this hymn appears in MS Thirty, 146. Page 194 His blood, we know, hath bought our peace, We have no hope beside, By his imputed righteousness We all are justified. Sav'd from the guilt and power of sin, For Jesu's sake forgiven, We trust to have the grace brought in, The new-created heaven. Forgetting still the things behind, To'ward the high prize we press, And look the pretious pearl to find, The perfect holiness. We shall be wholly sanctified, As many as Christ receive, As sure as he for us hath died, He in our hearts shall live. Hymns for Those that Wait for Full Redemption. Hymn XXXVII.44 The babes in Christ should nothing know But Jesus crucified: Let us, 'till dead to all below, In those dear wounds abide. Then let us follow on, to prove His resurrection's power, Wait to be perfected in love, To rise, and fall no more! Jesu, our life, in us appear, Who daily die thy death, Reveal thyself the Finisher, Thy quickning Spirit breathe. 44A manuscript precursor of this hymn appears in MS Thirty, 147. Page 195 Unfold the hidden mystery, The second gift impart, Reveal thy glorious self in me, In every waiting heart. We shall attain what we pursue, Unless our faith is vain; If thou art good, if thou art true, We shall the prize attain; Partake on earth the heavenly bliss, And pure and holy be, And perfect as thy Father is, And one with God in thee. Hymns for Widows. Hymn I.45