Hymns on the Lord's Supper (1745)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1745 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-hymns-on-the-lords-supper-1745-048 |
| Words | 379 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
The sheaf was wav'd before the Lord, When Jesus bow'd his head, And we who thus his death record One with himself are made. Page 115 The sheaf and harvest is but one Accepted sacrifice, And we who have thy sufferings known Shall in thy life arise. Still all-involv'd in God we are, And offer'd with the Lamb, Till all in heaven with Christ appear Eternally the same. Hymn CXXXV. Amazing love to mortals shew'd! The sinless body of our God Was fasten'd to the tree; And shall our sinful members live? No, Lord, they shall not thee survive, They all shall die with thee. The feet which did to evil run, The hands which violent acts have done, The greedy heart and eyes, Base weapons of iniquity, We offer up to death with thee A whole burnt sacrifice. Our sins are on thine altar laid, We do not for their being plead, Or circumscribe thy power: Bound on thy cross thou seest them lie: Let all this cursed Adam die, Die, and revive no more. Root out the seeds of pride and lust, That each may of thy Passion boast Which doth the freedom give, "The world to me is crucified, And I who on his cross have died To God for ever live." Page 116 Hymn CXXXVI. O thou holy Lamb divine, How canst thou and sinners join? God of spotless purity, How shall man concur with thee; Offer up one sacrifice Acceptable to the skies? What shall wretched sinners bring Pleasing to the glorious king? Only sin we call our own, But thou art the darling Son, Thine it is our God t' appease, Him thou dost for ever please. We on thee alone depend, With thy sacrifice ascend, Render what thy grace hath given, Lift our souls with thee to heaven. Hymn CXXXVII. Ye royal priests of Jesus, rise, And join the daily sacrifice, Join all believers in his name To offer up the spotless Lamb. Your meat and your drink-offerings throw On him who suffer'd once below, But ever lives with God above, To plead for us his dying love. Whate'er we cast on him alone Is with his great oblation one, His sacrifice doth ours sustain, And favour and acceptance gain. Page 117