Wesley Corpus

Scripture Hymns (1762) Vol 1

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1762
Passage IDcw-duke-scripture-hymns-1762-vol-1-231
Words390
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Catholic Spirit Social Holiness
Page 297 "I held him, and would not let him go." Song of Sol. iii. 4.86 I hold him with a trembling hand, But till his face he shew, And bring me to the heavenly land, I will not let him go. "Thou art all fair, my love, there is no spot in thee." Song of Sol. iv. 7. Whate'er th' Almighty wills is done, Thy word and deed, O Lord, are one: O speak into my heart the grace, The true, substantial righteousness; Fulfil that blessed word in me, "There is no spot of sin in thee," And bid me, like my Saviour, shine In perfect comeliness divine. "I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love." Song of Sol. v. 8. Ye daughters of Sion, declare (When ye my beloved have found) My burthen of sorrow and care, My painful, incurable wound! Ah, tell him, it cannot be heal'd, 'Till Jesus appear from above; I faint for his mercy reveal'd, I die for a taste of his love! "His lips are like lillies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh." Song of Sol. v. 13. Jesus, my balm for every ill, My life in death thou art; Thy lips, as lillies pale, distil The myrrh that heals my heart. "I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine." Song of Sol. vi. 3. So dearly-bought I must be thine: But tell me, Lord, that thou art mine, 86Ori., "iii. 9"; a misprint. Page 298 If mine indeed thou art, If thou hast given thyself for me, To make me capable of thee, O speak it in my heart. "Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners!" Song of Sol. vi. 10. Lo, the church with gradual light Her opening charms displays, After a long dreary night Looks forth with glimmering rays, Scarce perceptible appears, Until the Day-Spring from on high All the face of nature chears, And gladdens earth and sky. Fair as the unclouded moon, With borrow'd rays she shines, Shines, but ah! She changes soon, And when at full declines, Frequent, long eclipses feels, 'Till Jesus drives the shades away, All her doubts and sins dispels, And brings the perfect day.