Hymns on the Lord's Supper (1745)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1745 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-hymns-on-the-lords-supper-1745-030 |
| Words | 397 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Page 73 Stir up thy strength, O Lord of might, Our willing breasts inspire, Fill our whole souls with heavenly light, Melt with seraphic fire. From thy blest wounds life let us draw, Thine all-atoning blood Now let us drink with trembling awe; Thy flesh be now our food. Come, Lord, thy sovereign aid impart, Here make thy likeness shine, Stamp thy whole image on our heart, And all our heart is thine. Hymn LXXXVI.29 And shall I let him go? If now I do not feel The streams of living water flow Shall I forsake the well? Because he hides his face, Shall I no longer stay, But leave the channels of his grace, And cast the means away? Get thee behind me fiend, On others try thy skill, Here let thy hellish whispers end, To thee I say "Be still!" Jesus hath spoke the word, His will my reason is, Do this in memory of thy Lord, Jesus hath said, "Do this!" 29A manuscript precursor of this hymn appears in MS Thirty, 15-16. Page 74 He bids me eat the bread, He bids me drink the wine, No other motive, Lord, I need No other word than thine. I chearfully comply With what my Lord doth say, Let others ask a reason why, My glory is t' obey. His will is good and just: Shall I his will withstand? If Jesus bid me lick the dust I bow at his command: Because he saith "Do this," This I will always do, Till Jesus come in glorious bliss I thus his death will shew. Hymn LXXXVII. By the picture of thy Passion Still in pain I remain Waiting for salvation. Jesu, let thy sufferings ease me, Saviour, Lord, speak the word, By thy death release me. At thy cross behold me lying, Make my soul throughly whole By thy blood's applying. Hear me, Lord, my sins confessing, Now relieve, Saviour give, Give me now the blessing. Page 75 Still my cruel sins oppress me, Tyed and bound 'till the sound Of thy voice release me. Call me out of condemnation, To my grave come and save, Save me by thy Passion. To thy foul and helpless creature, Come, and cleanse all my sins, Come and change my nature. Save me now, and still deliver, Enter in, cast out sin, Keep thine house for ever. Hymn LXXXVIII.