Hymns on the Lord's Supper (1745)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1745 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-hymns-on-the-lords-supper-1745-026 |
| Words | 394 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
In mem'ry of your dying God The symbols faithfully receive, And eat the flesh, and drink the blood Of Jesus, and for ever live. Hymn LXXIV. This, this is he that came By water and by blood! Jesus is our atoning Lamb, Our sanctifying God. See from his wounded side The mingled current flow! The water and the blood applied Shall wash us white as snow. The water cannot cleanse Before the blood we feel, To purge the guilt of all our sins, And our forgiveness seal. But both in Jesus join, Who speaks our sins forgiven, And gives the purity divine That makes us meet for heaven. Hymn LXXV. Father the grace we claim, The double grace bestow'd, On all who trust in him that came By water and by blood. Jesu, the blood apply, The righteousness bring in, Us by thy dying justify, And wash out all our sin. Page 6523 Spirit of faith, come down, Thy seal with power set to, The banquet by thy presence crown, And prove the record true. Pardon, and grace impart: Come quickly from above, And witness now in every heart That God is perfect love. Hymn LXXVI. Searcher of hearts, in ours appear, And make, and keep them all sincere, Or draw us burthen'd to thy Son, Or make him to his mourners known. Thy promis'd grace vouchsafe to give As each is able to receive, The blessed grief to all impart; Or joy; or purity of heart. Our helpless unbelief remove, And melt us by thy pard'ning love, Work in us faith, or faith's increase, The dawning, or the perfect peace. Give each to thee as seemeth best, But meet us all at thy own feast, Thy blessing in thy means convey, Nor empty send one soul away. 23Printer numbering error in HLS (1745) has page 52 followed by page 65. However, no text seems to be missing. Numbering corrected in later editions. Page 66 Hymn LXXVII. How long, O Lord, shall we In vain lament for thee! Come, and comfort them that mourn, Come, as in the antient days, In thine ordinance return, In thine own appointed ways. Come to thy house again, Nor let us seek in vain: This the place of meeting be, To thy weeping flock repair, Let us here thy beauty see, Find thee in the house of prayer.