Wesley Corpus

Scripture Hymns (1762) Vol 1

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1762
Passage IDcw-duke-scripture-hymns-1762-vol-1-156
Words354
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Reign of God Communion
Page 189 "Let not thy God in whom thou trustest deceive thee." II. Kings xix. 10. Our God almighty to redeem All-gracious we believe, And know, who humbly trust in him He never can deceive. "Set thine house in order, for thou shalt die, and not live." II. Kings xx. 1. My house I may in order set, Thou only canst my soul prepare; O make me for thy glory meet, And send the welcome messenger, That when I my discharge receive, With thee I may forever live. "Is it not good, if peace and truth be in my days?" II. Kings xx. 19. Howe'er thou mayst to-morrow deal With a degenerate race, Thy goodness, Lord, to-day we feel, Thy present goodness praise; Thy truth in this our day we know, Thy people's peace we prove, And hand in hand thro' life we go T' injoy thine heavenly love. "Because thine heart was tender, and thou hast humbled thyself before the Lord ... and hast rent thy cloaths, and wept before me: I also have heard thee, saith the Lord. Behold therefore I will gather thee unto thy fathers, and thou shalt be gathered into thy grave in peace." II. Kings xxii. 19, 20. How went he to his grave in peace, Who by the sword in battle fell? Mercy, which sign'd his soul's release, Did pardon on his conscience seal: He felt the peace of those that live Triumphant in eternal day, Peace which the world can never give, Which death can never take away! Page 190 "Because thine heart was tender, and thou hast humbled thyself before the Lord ... and hast rent thy cloaths, and wept before me: I also have heard thee, saith the Lord. Behold therefore I will gather thee unto thy fathers, and thou shalt be gathered into thy grave in peace." II. Kings xxii. 19, 20. O for that tenderness of heart Which bows before the Lord, Acknowledges how just thou art, And trembles at thy word! O for those humble contrite tears Which from repentance flow, That consciousness of guilt, which fears The long suspended blow!