Wesley Corpus

Hymns on the Lord's Supper (1745)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1745
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-on-the-lords-supper-1745-049
Words371
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Catholic Spirit Universal Redemption
On him, who all our burthens bears, We cast our praises and our prayers, Ourselves we offer up to God, Implung'd in his atoning blood. Mean are our noblest offerings, Poor feeble unsubstantial things; But when to him our souls we lift, The altar sanctifies the gift. Our persons and our deeds aspire When cast into that hallow'd fire, Our most imperfect efforts please When join'd to Christ our righteousness. Mixt with the sacred smoke we rise, The smoke of his burnt sacrifice, By the eternal Spirit driven From earth, in Christ we mount to heaven. Hymn CXXXVIII. All praise to the Lord, all praise is his due, To day is his word of promise found true; We, we are the nations, presented to God, Well-pleasing oblations thro' Jesus's40 blood. Poor heathens from far to Jesus we came, And offer'd we are to God thro' his name, To God thro' the Spirit ourselves do we give, And sav'd by the merit of Jesus we live. Hymn CXXXIX. God of all-redeeming grace, By thy pard'ning love compell'd Up to thee our souls we raise, Up to thee our bodies yield. 40Ori., "Jesus his"; changed in 3rd edn. (1751) and following. Page 118 Thou our sacrifice receive, Acceptable thro' thy Son, While to thee alone we live, While we die to thee alone. Just it is, and good, and right That we should be wholly thine, In thy only will delight, In thy blessed service join. O that every thought and word Might proclaim how good thou art, Still be written on our heart. Hymn CXL. He dies, as now for us he dies! That all-sufficient sacrifice Subsists eternal as the Lamb, In every time and place the same, To all alike it co-extends, Its saving vertue never ends. He lives for us to interceed, For us he doth this moment plead, And all who could not see him die May now with faith's interior eye Behold him stand as slaughter'd there, And feel the answer to his prayer. While now for us the Saviour prays, Father, we humbly sue for grace, Poor helpless dying victims we, Laden with sin and misery His infinite atonement plead, Ourselves presenting with our head. Page 119