Wesley Corpus

Psalms (1743)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1743
Passage IDcw-duke-psalms-1743-027
Words372
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Trinity Reign of God
Turn us again, O Lord, Pronounce the second word, Loose our hearts, and let us go Down the Spirit's fullest flood, Freely to the fountain flow, All be swallow'd up in God. Who for thy coming wait, And wail their lost estate, Poor, and sad, and empty still, Who for full redemption weep, They shall thy appearing feel, Sow in tears, in joy to reap. Who seed immortal bears, And wets his path with tears, Doubtless he shall soon return, Bring his sheaves with vast increase, Fully of the Spirit born, Perfected in holiness. Psalm CXXVII.53 Except the house Jehovah raise, Fruitless is all the builder's care, Except Jehovah guard the place, In vain the watch are station'd there, Nothing without his hand is done, To make and keep are God's alone. Page 93 54A manuscript version appears in MS Psalms, 320-21. In vain your labour ye repeat From earliest dawn to latest night, The bread of care and sorrow eat; 'Tis God, who grants the true delight, And gives his people food and rest, And makes them in his blessing blest. His blessing makes the mother bear, The issue of the womb is his; The gift of God your children are, He bids your little ones increase: Receive them as your faith's reward, Their heav'nly Father is the Lord. As arrows in the giant's hand, Fly the bold youths to your defence, Or in the gate your champions stand, And drive the furious battle thence; Happy the man who gladly owns His guardians were his pious sons. Happy the man, who always sees The source from whence his blessings flow, His life, his safety, and his peace, His ev'ry comfort here below, Who takes them as by heav'n bestow'd, And looks thro' all his gifts to God. Psalm CXXVIII.54 Blest is the man that fears the Lord, And walks in all his ways, An earnest of his great reward On earth his master pays. Thou shalt not spend thy strength in vain For perishable food, Thy Father shall his own sustain, And fill thy soul with good. Happy in him thy soul shall be, And on his fulness feed, Jesus, who came from heav'n for thee Shall be thy living bread.