Wesley Corpus

Hymns on the Lord's Supper (1745)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1745
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-on-the-lords-supper-1745-046
Words374
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Catholic Spirit Universal Redemption Christology
See where our great high-priest Before the Lord appears, And on his loving breast The tribes of Israel bears, Never without his people seen, The head of all believing men! With him the corner stone The living stones conjoin, Christ and his church are one, One body and one vine, For us he uses all his powers, And all he has, or is, is ours. The motions of our head The members all pursue, By his good Spirit led To act, and suffer too Whate'er he did on earth sustain, 'Till glorious all like him we reign. Page 111 Hymn CXXX. Jesu, we follow thee, In all thy footsteps tread, And pant for full conformity To our exalted head; We would, we would partake Thy every state below, And suffer all things for thy sake, And to thy glory go.39 We in thy birth are born, Sustain thy grief and loss, Share in thy want and shame and scorn, And die upon thy cross. Baptiz'd into thy death We sink into thy grave, Till thou the quick'ning Spirit breathe, And to the utmost save. Thou said'st "Where'er I am There shall my servant be." Master, the welcome word we claim, And die to live with thee; To us who share thy pain Thy joy shall soon be given, And we shall in thy glory reign, For thou art now in heaven. Hymn CXXXI. Would the Saviour of mankind Without his people die? No, to him we all are join'd As more than standers by. 39"Go" changed to "do" in 3rd edn. (1751), 4th edn. (1757), and 5th edn. (1762). Page 112 Freely as the victim came To the altar of his cross, We attend the slaughter'd Lamb, And suffer for his cause. Him ev'n now by faith we see: Before our eyes he stands! On the suffering deity We lay our trembling hands, Lay our sins upon his head, Wait on the dread sacrifice, Feel the lovely victim bleed, And die while Jesus dies! Sinners see, he dies for all, And feel his mortal wound, Prostrate on your faces fall, And kiss the hallow'd ground; Hallow'd by the streaming blood, Blood, whose virtue all may know, Sharers with the dying God, And crucified below.