Wesley Corpus

Preparation for Death (1772)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1772
Passage IDcw-duke-preparation-for-death-1772-017
Words383
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Reign of God Social Holiness
My spirit then set free, On eagle's wings shall rise, With eagle's eye shall see Its Lord in paradise, Till thy eternal Spirit come, And call my dust out of the tomb. In soul and body blest, My utmost flight I soar, Enter the heavenly rest, And face to face adore The glorious God in Persons Three, My God thro' all eternity! 7Ori., "8"; a misprint. Page 40 Hymn XXXVII. To my latest moment crying, Must I cry for grace in vain, Jesus, save a sinner dying, O redeem a wretched man! Wretched I beyond expression, Longer if my Lord defer, Finisher of the transgression, End of sin in me t' appear. Contrary to thee by nature, Shapen in iniquity, Born thine enemy and hater, How shall I thy kingdom see? How into thy presence venture, Unrenew'd in righteousness? No unholy thing can enter, Stand before thy glorious face. Yet I in my lost condition May approach the sinner's friend, Still presenting my petition, Saviour, in the cloud descend: Make thy goodness pass before me, God discover'd from above, To thine image here restore me, Change my nature into love. Love excludes the selfish passion, Love destroys the carnal mind; Love be here my full salvation, Love for thee and all mankind: Page 41 Let thine own compassion move thee Thy own nature to impart, Force me now to cry I love thee, Love thee, Lord, with all my heart. Thus prepar'd for my dismission, Let me for thy coming stay, Gliding with a smooth transition Into everlasting day, Seal'd by thy uniting Spirit, Meet with thee, O Christ, to live Then impute thy righteous merit, Then my spotless soul receive. Page 42 Hymn XXXVIII. Weary of my own complaints, Still I sigh for purity: Jesus, come! My spirit faints, Faints and dies for want of thee: Drawn by my expiring groan, Quickly come, and save thine own. Alien from the life of God, Lest the second death I die, Me polluted in my blood, Pass compassionately by: Faith divine and pardon give, Bid me in thy likeness live. Only thee I gasp to know, Truth of holiness and love, Truth of happiness below, Way to glorious joys above; Life, eternal life thou art; Speak thyself into my heart. Page 43 Hymn XXXIX.