Hymns on the Lord's Supper (1745)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1745 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-hymns-on-the-lords-supper-1745-028 |
| Words | 397 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Thou wouldst not let me go away; Still thou forcest me to stay. 24Ori., "here"; a mistake, corrected in 4th edn. (1757) in 7th edn. (1776) and following. Page 69 O might the secret power Which will not with its captive part, Nail to the posts of mercy's door My poor unstable heart. The nails that fixt thee to the tree Only they can fasten me: The death thou didst endure For me let it effectual prove: Thy love alone my soul can cure, Thy dear expiring love. Now in the means the grace impart, Whisper peace into my heart; Appear the justifier Of all who to thy wounds would fly, And let me have my one desire And see thy face, and die. Hymn LXXXI. Jesu, we thus obey Thy last and kindest word, Here in thine own appointed way We come to meet our Lord; The way thou hast injoin'd Thou wilt therein appear: We come with confidence to find Thy special presence here. Our hearts we open wide To make the Saviour room: And lo! The Lamb, the crucified, The sinner's friend is come! His presence makes the feast, And now our bosoms feel The glory not to be exprest, The joy unspeakable. Page 70 With pure celestial bliss He doth our spirits chear, His house of banquetting is this, And he hath brought us here: He doth his servants feed With manna from above, His banner over us is spread, His everlasting love. He bids us drink and eat Imperishable food, He gives his flesh to be our meat, And bids us drink his blood: Whate'er th' Almighty can To pardon'd sinners give, The fulness of our God made man We here with Christ receive. Hymn LXXXII. Jesu, sinner's friend, receive us Feeble, famishing, and faint, O thou bread of life relieve us, Now, or now we die for want Least25 we faint, and die for ever Thou our sinking spirits stay, Give some token of thy favour, Empty send us not away. We have in the desart tarried Long, and nothing have to eat, Comfort us thro' wandring wearied, Feed our souls with living meat, Still with bowels of compassion See thy helpless people see, Let us taste thy great salvation, Let us feed by faith on thee. 25"Least" changed to "Lest" in 3rd edn. (1751) and following. Page 71 Hymn LXXXIII.