Wesley Corpus

Hymns for Children (1763)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1763
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-for-children-1763-004
Words384
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Universal Redemption Catholic Spirit
Happy the man, who Jesus knows, By holy faith to Jesus join'd! His pure believing heart o'erflows With love to God, and all mankind. Redeem'd from all iniquity, From every evil work and word, From every sinful temper free, He lives devoted to his Lord. Little, and vile in his own eyes, All good he gives to God alone: Sav'd from self-will he ever cries Lord, not my will, but thine, be done. Sav'd from the love of all below, Heavenward his every wish aspires; Nothing but Christ resolv'd to know, God, only God, his heart desires. Sav'd from all evil words, he speaks For God, and ministers his grace; Sav'd from all evil deeds, he seeks In all t' advance his Maker's praise. Whether he eats, in faith, or drinks, He spreads his Maker's praise abroad, Whether he acts, or speaks, or thinks, He only aims t' exalt his God. Page 8 Hymn VI. Of the Means of Grace. God of all-alluring grace, Thee thro' Jesus Christ we praise, Father, in thy Spirit's power, Thee we for thy grace adore. Sent in Jesu's mighty name, Grace with God from heaven came, Grace on all mankind bestow'd, Grace, the life and power of God. Us, whoe'er the gift receive, It enables to believe, Helps our soul's infirmity Still to live, and die with thee. In the means thou hast enjoin'd, All who seek the grace shall find, In the prayer, the fast, the word, In the supper of their Lord. Thus the saints of ancient days Waited, and obtain'd thy grace, Drank the blood by Jesus shed, Daily on his body fed. Thus the whole assembly join'd Jesus in the midst to find, Prayer presenting to the skies, Morn and evening sacrifice. Jointly praying, and apart, Each to thee pour'd out his heart, Solemnly thy grace implor'd, Still continued in the word: Page 9 Search'd the scriptures day and night, (All their comfort, and delight There to catch thy Spirit's power) Heard, and read, and liv'd them o'er. Twice a week they fasted then, Purest of the sons of men, Choicest vessels of thy grace, Patterns to the faithful race. Still to us they speak, tho' dead, Bid us in their footsteps tread, Bid us never dare remove From the channels of thy love.