Wesley Corpus

Hymns for Times of Trouble and Persecution (1744)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1744
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-for-times-of-trouble-and-persecution-1744-021
Words370
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Reign of God Christology Universal Redemption
Lord, we have all forsook Thy dying love to know, To bear thy light and easy yoke, And in thy foot-steps go; Pleasure, and goods, and fame, We gladly have restor'd, In pain, and poverty, and shame, Partakers with our Lord. Arm'd with thy strength alone, We still our all resign; Our lives, which once we call'd our own, Are not our own, but thine: Ready we always stand In thine almighty power, To yield them up at thy command, And meet the fiery hour. Where is the promise then, The bliss thou hast prepar'd For us before the sons of men, Where is our great reward? The hundred-fold increase Of goods, and lands, and friends, The sweet unutterable peace, The joy that never ends! Surely we are possest Of thee our recompence, Extacy fills our panting breast, And pains our aching sense: 22A manuscript precursor of this hymn appears in MS Thirty, 225-27. Page 42 What hath the world like this! The joy which now we know 'Tis more than joy, or life, or bliss, 'Tis heaven begun below. Yet O! We look for more And mightier joys above, The fulness of thy heavenly store, Of thine eternal love: Glory shall end the strife, And in these bodies shine; Jesu, our everlasting life, Our flesh shall be like thine. Chang'd by his mighty love, We shall be as our Lord, And sit upon our thrones above, And bless his just award: While trembling at the bar, Devils and tyrants stand, We shall with him their doom declare, And shout at his right-hand. Then every saint of his Shall lean upon his breast; The wicked there from troubling cease, And there the weary rest: Our sufferings all are o'er, Our tears are wip'd away, We only love, rejoice, adore, Thro' one eternal day. The rivers of delight That there our souls embrace, The glorious beatific sight That veils the angels' face, The joys ineffable That from thy presence flow, The fulness here we cannot tell, But, Lord, we die to know. Page 43 Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim, And publish abroad his wonderful name, The name all-victorious of Jesus extoll; His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all.