Scripture Hymns (1762) Vol 1
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1762 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-scripture-hymns-1762-vol-1-248 |
| Words | 394 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
For this thou art gone up on high, To shew thy power in earth and sky, Mine Advocate above, Thou dost a Prince and Saviour reign, That I may with forgiveness gain The witness of thy love. Thou waitest still, when thee I know, A larger blessing to bestow, 90John Wesley underlined "a time" in his personal copy, commenting in the margin "I do, if I put him off." Page 325 A second gift impart, (The sinless mind, the farther rest)91 And stamp thine image on my breast, And fill my emptied heart. Yet 'till thy time is fully come, I dare not hastily presume92 To snatch the perfect grace, But humbly patient to the end, And praying at thy feet attend, 'Till thou unveil thy face. "The Lord is a God of judgment; blessed are all they that wait for him." Isa. xxx. 18. The time I to thy wisdom leave; When, as, thou wilt the blessing give, The full felicity! But give me now to seek aright, And taste the blissful calm delight Of waiting, Lord, for thee. Happy I am my wants to feel, To mourn for joy unspeakable, To thirst for God alone; For O, the perfect love and peace, The true eternal righteousness With thee is all my own. "The people shall dwell in Sion at Jerusalem: thou shalt weep no more, c." Isa. xxx. 19, 20, 21. Thrice happy all who wait for thee! Thee, Lord, we in thy church shall see, Thy spotless church below, We at Jerusalem shall dwell, Where thou dost all thy truths reveal, And all thy glories shew. Hasten, O God, the joyful day, Appear to wipe our tears away, 91John Wesley underlined "A second gift" in line 3 and "the farther rest" in line 4 of this stanza in his personal copy, inserting in the margin a pointing finger (7). 92John Wesley underlined "not hastily" in his personal copy, commenting in the margin "I dare say, Now is ye the accepted hour." Page 326 The blessing we implore The fulness of thy graces give In perfect love, and bid us grieve And bid us sin no more. If now thou dost thy people feed With sad affliction's bitter bread, Yet with thy peace restor'd Restore us teachers taught by thee, And suffer us no more to see A famine of the word.