Wesley Corpus

Moral and Sacred Poems 3-206ff (1744)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1744
Passage IDcw-duke-moral-and-sacred-poems-3-206ff-1744-034
Words379
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Reign of God Catholic Spirit
This is our God (they then shall say Who trust to be thro' Christ made clean) This is our God; we see his day, And he shall save us from all sin. Our Lord, for whom we long did wait, Shall purge our every guilty stain, Restore to our orig'nal state, Nor let one spot of sin remain. Page 260 For in this holy mount shall rest The great Jehovah's sovereign hand, The power divine in Christ exprest; Who can the power divine withstand? Jesus, to whom all power is given, Shall all his strength for us employ, Who cast th' accuser out of heaven Shall him with all his works destroy. Moab shall first be trodden down, The child of hell, the serpent's seed, Sin shall the arm of Jesus own, And we on all its strength shall tread. Our sins as dunghill-straw shall be, Compell'd by Jesus to submit; Satan with all his powers shall flee, And then be bruis'd beneath our feet. The Saviour shall spread forth his hands, To take the weary sinners in, T' o'erturn whate'er his course withstands, And pull down the strong-holds of sin. He shall the pride of man abase, Humble each vain aspiring boast, Confound the captives of his grace, And lay their honour in the dust. Page 261 The walls of sin shall be laid low, The lofty citadel o'erthrown; We all shall then his fullness know, Forever perfected in one. After the Death of a Friend. Part I.10 O happy soul, thy work is done, Thy fight is fought, thy course is run, And thou art now at rest: Thou here wast perfected in love, Thou now art join'd to those above, And numbred with the blest. Thy sun no more goes down by night, Thy moon no more withdraws its light; Those blessed mansions shine Bright with an uncreated flame, Full of the glories of the Lamb, Th' eternal light divine. Our state if parted spirits know, Thou pitiest now thy friends below In this dark vale of tears, Who still beneath our burthen groan, Or griev'd with sorrows not our own, Are living out our years. 10Manuscript precursors of Part I appear in MS Richmond Tracts, 5-6; MS Shent, 154a-154b; and MS Thirty, 74-76. Page 262