Wesley Corpus

Scripture Hymns (1762) Vol 1

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1762
Passage IDcw-duke-scripture-hymns-1762-vol-1-272
Words390
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Reign of God Universal Redemption
Page 362 "Ye have sold yourselves for nought." Isa. lii. 3. "Nay, we have thousands got:" And if the world ye gain, Still ye have sold yourselves for nought But everlasting pain. "Ye shall be redeemed without money." Isa. lii. 3. To sin, the world, and Satan sold, Look up thou wretched slave, The Ransomer of men behold, Who comes thy soul to save: He laid the ransom down for thee, That spotless Lamb of God; The pardon is to sinners free, But cost him all his blood. "Many were astonied at thee." Isa. lii. 14. The angels gaz'd to see their God, A child of man to sinners given! Again, to see his streaming blood, They gaz'd and silence was in heaven! The saints admire with strange delight Their dying Lord inthron'd above, And praise the length, and breadth, and height, And depth of his stupendous love. "His visage was so marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men." Isa. lii. 14. Was ever grief like thine, Jesus, thou Man of Woe! The visage and the form divine, Why was it mangled so? That man thro' thee restor'd, God's image might regain, And by the sorrows of his Lord In joy eternal reign. Page 363 "So shall he sprinkle many nations." Isa. lii. 15. As many as on earth are found Redeem'd by sacred gore, Shall own, where sin doth most abound, That grace aboundeth more: Whole nations at his cross shall bow, His pard'ning mercy find: Come, thou desire of nations now, And sprinkle all mankind! "The kings shall shut their mouths at him." Isa. lii. 15. We claim the promise, Lord, for ours! O that his soul with all its powers Might silent in thy presence fall, And feel the blood which flow'd for all, Asham'd to speak, afraid to move, Lost in astonishment and love! "The chastisement of our peace was upon him." Isa. liii. 5. Father, thou didst chastise our Lord: Now let thine anger cease, And seal us to thy grace restor'd, In everlasting peace. "With his stripes we are healed." Isa. liii. 5. Pardon thro' thy wounds I have: But is pardon all the cure? Thou wilt to the utmost save, Make mine inmost nature pure, Me to perfect health restore: Then I shall relapse no more.