Wesley Corpus

Scripture Hymns (1762) Vol 1

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1762
Passage IDcw-duke-scripture-hymns-1762-vol-1-046
Words388
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Communion Reign of God
Page 47 "I am the Lord that healeth thee." Exod. xv. 26. Physician of the sin-sick soul, Thou heal'st us when thou dost forgive, Thy mercy makes, and keeps us whole, In perfect health it bids us live, In perfect holiness renew'd, And fill'd with all the life of God. "This is the bread which the Lord hath given you to eat." Exod. xvi. 15. Truth of the legal sacrament, He was the manna which he sent: And daily still to Israel given, The living bread comes down from heaven, That mortals who thro' faith receive, By Christ eternally may live. "He that gathered much had nothing over, and he that gathered little had no lack." Exod. xvi. 18. Pardon admits of no degrees, Whether we more rejoice, or less, But who the bread of life receive, As really by faith I live, As much, as perfectly forgiven, Thro' Christ, as the first saint in heaven. "Some of them left of it until the morning, and it bred worms and stank." Exod. xvi. 20. Not so the true immortal bread, By which our hungry souls are fed: If kept by us it always be, It keeps us from corruption free: And soon th' incorruptible grace Shall these vile putrid bodies raise, Long as our heavenly food t' endure, And pure as God himself is pure. Page 48 "On the seventh day they found none." Exod. xvi. 27. But on the day of sacred rest Above his ancient people blest, Who call our dying Lord to mind, We each a double portion find, Gather the manna from above, And banquet on his richest love. "Wherefore is this, that thou hast brought us up out of Egypt to kill us with thirst?" Exod. xvii. 3. Would God himself his people lead, Intending to betray, His people out of Egypt freed With thirst and famine slay? Our souls into this wilderness Thou could'st not, Lord, allure, By keeping back thy special grace To make our ruin sure. "Is the Lord among us, or not?" Exod. xvii. 7. Not all the miracles of love Which thou hast wrought for me Can out of this base heart remove Its incredulity: One hour without the sweets of grace In peevish haste I mourn, "The Lord hath left me in distress, And never will return."