Preparation for Death (1772)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1772 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-preparation-for-death-1772-003 |
| Words | 367 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Peace, righteousness, and joy divine, Thou dost with love impart, That thou art love, that thou art mine, Assure my happy heart: Then am I meet for my reward, Renew'd in holiness, And live the image of my Lord, And die to see thy face. Hymn IV. Warn'd of my dissolution, Unfit to die or live, With horror and confusion The summons I receive. I want the preparation Before I hence depart, The knowledge of salvation, The purity of heart. Page 8 O that the blood which cleanses From all iniquity, To blot out my offences, Were sprinkled now on me! What but that blood's applying Can purge this inbred stain, Can save a sinner dying, And make me love again? With cries and tears unceasing I ask thee to bestow On me the long-sought blessing, And let my spirit go. Thy love to me discover While on the brink I stand, And waft in safety over To that celestial land. 'Tis all my soul's desire, 'Tis all my business here, That precious love t' acquire, And then to disappear, With those in heavenly places The Saviour to commend, And hymn in endless praises My soul's eternal friend. Hymn V. Saviour, all my wretchedness In thy bosom I confess, Let it thy compassion move, O relieve my want of love. Hear me, Lord, myself bemoan, Burthen'd with an heart of stone; Page 9 Sinking underneath the load, Dying ignorant of God. Oft I have implor'd thy aid, Long for thy salvation staid; Still unheard, unsav'd, I cry, Give me love, or else I die. Can I seek the grace in vain, Ask, and not my suit obtain, Knock, but never enter in, Die in deprecated sin? Answer now my mournful prayer, Thou who did'st my sorrows bear, Did'st redeem me with thy blood, Die for my ingratitude. My ingratitude to heal, Pardon on my conscience seal; Now thy sovereign right assert, Take my dearly-purchas'd heart. There inscribe thy fav'rite name, Kindle there the heav'nly flame, Spring of bliss ineffable, There with all thy sweetness dwell. Then my ready soul receive, Happy in thy sight to live; Fervent as the spirits above, All desire, and praise, and love.