Wesley Corpus

Redemption Hymns (1747)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1747
Passage IDcw-duke-redemption-hymns-1747-020
Words379
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Reign of God Christology Trinity
Thou hidden God, for whom I groan, Till thou thyself declare, God inaccessible, unknown, Regard a sinner's prayer; A sinner welt'ring in his blood, Unpurg'd and unforgiven, Far distant from the living God, As far as hell from heaven. An unregenerate child of man On thee for faith I call, Pity thy fallen creature's pain, And raise me from my fall. The darkness which thro' thee I feel Thou only canst remove, Thine own eternal power reveal, Thy deity of love. Thou hast in unbelief shut up, That grace may let me go: In hope believing against hope, I wait the truth to know. 46A manuscript precursor of this hymn appears in MS Shent, 109a-109b. Page 38 Thou wilt in me reveal thy name, Thou wilt thy light afford: Bound, and opprest, yet thine I am, The prisoner of the Lord. I would not to thy foe submit, But hate the tyrant's chain: Send forth thy47 prisoner from the pit, Nor let me cry in vain: Shew me the blood that bought my peace, The cov'nant-blood apply, And all my griefs at once shall cease, And all my sins shall die. Now, Lord, if thou art power, descend, The mountain-sin remove, My unbelief and troubles end, If thou art truth and love: Speak, Jesu, speak into my heart What thou for me hast done, One grain of living faith impart, And God is all my own. Hymn XXVIII. To: "Faint is my head, and sick my heart." Jesu, as taught by thee, I pray, Preserve me till I see thy light, Still let me for thy coming stay, Stop a poor wavering sinner's flight, Till thou my full Redeemer art, O keep, in mercy keep my heart. Keep, till this Jewish state is past, This wintry state of doubts and fears, Expos'd to passion's fiercest blast, With horrors chill'd, and drown'd in tears, Bound up in sin and grief I mourn, And languish for the spring's return. 47"Thy" changed to "the" in 5th edn. (1756) and following. Page 39 O might I hear the turtle's voice, The cooing of thy gentle dove, The call that bids my heart rejoice, "Arise, and come away my love, The storm is gone, the winter's o'er, Arise, for thou shalt weep48 no more."