Hymns for 1745
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1745 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-hymns-for-1745-010 |
| Words | 397 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Your sons and daughters at that day Shall in the solemn worship join, Or fervent in the Spirit pray, Or utter words of praise divine, The old shall dream, inspir'd by me, The young shall heavenly visions see. I will to the whole ransom'd race My glorious deity reveal, Pour out the Spirit of my grace, My servants and my handmaids fill With love, shed in their hearts abroad, With all the plenitude of God. Page 66 Who slight my miracles of love On them I will my judgments shew, Portentous signs in heaven above, And prodigies in earth below; The earth shall be burnt up with fire, And all its works in smoak expire. The sun shall black as sackcloth turn, The moon shall redden into blood, The el'ments melt, the heav'ns shall burn, At that great awful day of God, The stars shall from their orbits fall, And flames and darkness cover all. Then shall the Lord his truth display, (The merciful Almighty Lord) To those that did his call obey, The residue that kept his word; He shall the full salvation give, And bid his saints in glory live. Then all that on the Lord rely, And call in faith on Jesu's name, Caught up to meet him in the skies, Their Master's glorious joy shall claim, Joy to his faithful servants given, Joy in a new eternal heaven. For His Majesty King George. O God, who hear'st the prayer For Jesus' sake alone, Receive thy darling care, Thy own anointed one, Our king into thine arms receive, And let him to thy glory live. Page 67 Thy minister for good To us he long hath been, And in the gap hath stood; And still he stands between Thy little flock and papal power, Nor lets the Romish wolf devour. His mild and gentle sway Hath check'd our brethren's rage, And spoil'd them of their prey, And sav'd thine heritage, Who still with his protection blest, Beneath his sacred shadow rest. O for thy Jesus' sake, Thy Sion's debt restore, And pay the blessing back, In thy protecting power; Ten thousand thousand blessings shed In showers on our defender's head. Prolong his glorious race, And let him late remove To see thy blissful face, And take his seat above; Keep, till his full reward is given, And guard him to a throne in heaven.