Scripture Hymns (1762) Vol 1
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1762 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-scripture-hymns-1762-vol-1-251 |
| Words | 369 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Page 329 Jesus, I thirst for thee, not thine, I want the well of life divine; The well of life divine thou art, Spring up eternal in my heart. "As the shadow of a great rock in a weary land." Isa. xxxii. 2. Eternal Rock, project thy shade, Extend to me thy friendly aid, While at thy foot, a sinner I, Weary, and spent, and dying lie: Cover'd by thee, my soul would rest With pardon and salvation blest, 'Till thro' thy riven side I rise, And see thee fill both earth and skies. "Tremble ye that are at ease, be troubled ye careless ones." Isa. xxxii. 11. Lord, am not I at ease? All-gracious as thou art, Put me in fear, and deep distress, And break my careless heart: I must the guilty pain Here, or hereafter know, A moment's grief on earth sustain, Or endless grief below. "Upon the land of my people shall come up thorns and briars .... Until the Spirit be poured upon us from on high, and the wilderness be a fruitful field." Isa. xxxii. 13, 15. The land where Jesus should be known, Cultur'd by moral art in vain, With thorns and brambles over-grown, Defies the virtuous toil of man, And who the Christian faith confess Are all one ghastly wilderness. Page 330 Sin, only sin can there appear, 'Till our great Advocate above Send down the purchas'd Comforter, The promis'd Spirit of faith and love, A gracious principle impart, And change the unbelieving heart. Then, then our barren souls shall bloom, The ghastly uncouth wilderness A flowery, fertile field become, A field which God delights to bless, And all his Spirit's fruits shall shew Our paradise regain'd below. "Then judgment shall dwell in the wilderness, c." Isa. xxxii. 16, 17. Jesus, we on thy word rely, And wait the universal shower; Pour out thy Spirit from on high, In all his gifts and graces pour, And 'stablish every heart with grace, With true indwelling righteousness. Let judgment in the desart stay, And goodness in the fruitful field, Goodness which none can take away, While conscious of our pardon seal'd, We find th' unutterable rest, And heaven is open'd in our breast.