Hymns for Children (1763)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1763 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-hymns-for-children-1763-036 |
| Words | 379 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Take me young into thy school, Me in my simplicity By thy word and Spirit rule, Thou my kind instructor be; Then I shall my Master prize, Then I shall my Saviour love, 'Till on angels' wings I rise, Rise, and sing thy praise above. Hymn LXXVI. For the Morning. Father I wake thy love to praise, Which hath my weakness kept, Thy mercy did the angels place, To guard me while I slept. I laid me down in peace, and rise Thy goodness to proclaim, Present my morning sacrifice, My thanks in Jesu's name. Page 73 Because he bought me with his blood, Into thy favour take, And still be merciful and good To me, for Jesu's sake: Throughout this day thy mercy shew, And still thy child defend, 'Till all my spotless life below In heavenly glories end. Hymn LXXVII. For the Evening. Saviour, thou hast bestow'd on me The blessing of the light, And wilt my kind preserver be Thro' this approaching night; Evil from me far off remove, That with thy favour blest, Beneath the shadow of thy love I in thine arms may rest. Thy gracious eye which never sleeps Is always fixt on man, Thy love the slumbring children keeps From sorrow, fear, and pain. Wherefore I safely lay me down, And trust myself to thee, The Father's well-beloved Son, Who ever pray'st for me. Hymn LXXVIII. Hosanna to him who ruleth on high! A world to redeem, he came from the sky; Th' Almighty Creator (O how could it be?) Appear'd in our nature, an infant like me. Who all the bright train angelical made, Subjected to man, his parents obey'd, On sinners attended, their minister was, And patiently ended his life on a cross. Page 74 O how shall I praise thy wonderful love? Thy Spirit of grace send down from above, If still the dear lover of children thou art, My Saviour, discover thyself to my heart. Hymn LXXIX. The children in their earliest days To Jesus brought, are truly blest: He folds them in his kind embrace, He warms them in his tender breast. One of those happy children, me, Saviour, into thy arms receive, Brought by my parents' prayers to thee, O may I in thy kingdom live.