Wesley Corpus

Hymns for Children (1763)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1763
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-for-children-1763-011
Words383
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Reign of God Pneumatology Trinity
Poor, and vile in my own eyes, With self-abasing shame, Still I would myself despise, And magnify thy name: Thee let every creature bless, Praise to God alone be given; God alone deserves the praise Of all in earth and heaven. Page 22 Hymn XXIII. How ignorant the human mind, How totally shut up and blind, Thro' our first parents' fall! Strangers to God by nature, we His things can neither know nor see, But darkness covers all. God only can our sight restore, And give us by his Spirit's power Spiritual things to know, His wisdom, majesty, and love To view in all his works above, And all his works below. Who good pursue, and evil fly, To them he grants the seeing eye, To them himself displays: Shew then (for I thy will would do) To me, great God, vouchsafe to shew The wonders of thy grace. Open mine eyes, the veil withdraw, And I, O Lord, will keep thy law, If thou thy light impart, Thro' grace determin'd to fulfil Thy holy, good, and perfect will, With all my loving heart. Hymn XXIV. Teacher of babes, to thee I for instruction flee, In my natural estate Thee, my God, I cannot know: Let thy grace illuminate, Thee let thy own Spirit shew. Page 23 Ah, give me other eyes Than flesh and blood supplies, Spiritual discernment give; Then command the light to shine, Then I shall the truth receive, Know by faith the things divine. For this I ever pray, The darkness chase away From a foolish, feeble mind, Humbly offer'd up to thee: Help me, Lord; my soul is blind, Give me light, and eyes to see. Thou seest my heart's desire, Whate'er thy laws require Freely, faithfully to do; But I know not how t' obey, 'Till thy Spirit lend a clue, Pointing out the living way. Now, Father, send him down, To make thy Godhead known, Let him thee in Christ reveal, Now diffuse thy love abroad, Shew me things unsearchable, All the heights and depths of God. Hymn XXV. Thee, Maker of the world we praise, The end of our creation own, Being thou gav'st the favourite race, That man might love his God alone, With knowledge fill'd, and joy, and peace, And glorious, everlasting bliss.