Moral and Sacred Poems 3-206ff (1744)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1744 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-moral-and-sacred-poems-3-206ff-1744-023 |
| Words | 373 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Page 232 With Satan still your feeble malice shew, The last poor efforts of a vanquish'd foe, T' arraign a saint deceas'd prophanely dare, But look to meet him at the last great bar, And horribly recant your hellish slanders there! Or rather now, while lingering justice stays, And God in Jesus grants a longer space, Repent, repent; a better path pursue, Chuse life, ye madmen, with the happy few, The life your Saviour's death hath bought for you. - Why will you die, when God would have you live, Would all mankind abundantly forgive? Invites you all to chuse the better part, And ever cries; "My son give me thy heart!" He bids you in his servant's footsteps tread, He calls you by the living, and the dead, Awake, and burst the bands of nature's night, Rise from your graves, and Christ shall give you light; While yet he may be found, to God draw nigh, Heaven without price, and without money buy, And as the righteous live, and as the righteous die. Page 233 The Sixth Chapter of Isaiah.4 I saw the Lord in light array'd, And seated on a lofty throne, Th' invisible on earth display'd, The Father's coeternal Son. The seraphim, a glittering train, Around his bright pavilion stood, Nor could the glorious light sustain, While all the temple flam'd with God. Six wings each heavenly herald wore, With twain he veil'd his dazzled sight, With twain his feet he shadow'd o'er, With twain he steer'd his even flight. One angel to another cried, "Thrice holy is the Lord we own, "His name on earth is glorified, "And all things speak the great Three One. 4Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Cheshunt, 5-9; MS Clarke, 5-10; and MS Shent, 2a-4a. Page 234 "The earth is of his glory full; "Man in himself his God may see, "In his own body, spirit, soul, "May trace the triune deity." He spake; and all the temple shook, Its doors return'd the jarring sign, The trembling house was fill'd with smoak, And groan'd beneath the guest divine. Ah woe is me! aghast I said, What shall I do, or whither run? Burthen'd with guilt, of God afraid, By sin eternally undone!