Redemption Hymns (1747)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1747 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-redemption-hymns-1747-030 |
| Words | 390 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Sorrow and sins increase, And wide-destroying war, Forerunners of the Prince of Peace, Thy sure approach declare: In threatned famine we Thy promis'd fulness find, And close behind the plague we see The healer of mankind. 74A manuscript version of this hymn appears in MS Richmond Tracts, 2-3. Page 56 Beset on every side With terror and distress, Untroubled and unterrified We still our souls possess; The coming of our Lord In patient hope attend, And see fulfill'd thy faithful word, And calmly wait the end. Disturb'd the nations are With sad perplexity, Tost to and fro by stormy care, And all a troubled sea; They faint thro' sore dismay At desolation near, While we exult to see thy day, To see thy face appear. The waves lift up their voice, And horribly they roar, The more they rage we shout our joys, And praise our God the more: Still in the general wreck Immoveable we stand; He comes, he comes, the Lord we seek, His kingdom is at hand! Jesus shall soon descend, Our Saviour and our King, And bring the joys that never end, And full redemption bring: Redemption from the grave, We know, and feel it nigh, Jesus shall soon descend, and save Us up above the sky. Earth to her center quakes, And owns her judge is near; Bowing the heavens, their powers he shakes, And he shall soon appear: Page 57 Him we shall all survey High on a glorious cloud, Whose tokens cry, Prepare his way! Prepare to meet your God! Jesus, thy word we own, And wait th' appointed75 hour, Come in thy glorious kingdom down With majesty and power: Thy heavenly bliss reveal, And bid us take our flight, Caught up to meet thee on the hill With all thy saints in light. Hymn XLV. To: "All that pass by, behold the man." Eternal power of Jesu's name, For thee with broken heart I cry, Saviour from sin, from fear, from shame, Come down, or I for ever die! Thy only name can be my balm, My spirit's desp'rate sickness heal, Thy only voice the storm can calm, And bid my troubled heart be still. If yet thou canst compassion have, If grace doth more than sin abound, Exert thine utmost power to save, And let me in thy rest be found.