Scripture Hymns (1762) Vol 2
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1762 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-scripture-hymns-1762-vol-2-120 |
| Words | 356 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Page 161 "The Son of man came eating and drinking." Matt. xi. 19. With rigorous abstinence austere We serve, while only led by fear, But Jesus doth the yoke remove, And shews the nobler way of love, Instructs his blessings to employ, And gives us all things to enjoy. "Wisdom is justified of her children." Matt. xi. 19. The wise applaud; but all beside Condemn the wisdom from above; It ever was by those decry'd Who neither fear our God, nor love. "It shall be more tolerable for Sodom in the day of judgment, than for thee." Matt. xi. 24. Who will reject thy richest grace, Their own damnation seal, And justly claim for their own place The hottest place in hell. "Thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and revealed them unto babes." Matt. xi. 25. From the fools reputed wise Justly, Lord, thou hast conceal'd Things divine, which they despise, Mysteries to babes reveal'd: Father, me, even me convert, Then the kingdom from above Send into my childlike heart, Peace, and joy, and righteous love. Page 162 "I will give you rest." Matt. xi. 28. Rest of my weary mind, My burthen'd spirit's ease Coming to thee I find: But gasp in perfect peace To live, of holiness possest, To die into eternal rest. "Learn of me." Matt. xi. 29. Lord, I fain would learn of thee Meekness and humility; In thy gentleness of mind In thy lowliness of heart Rest mine inmost soul shall find, Rest that never can depart. "Stretch forth thine hand." Matt. xii. 13. Jesus, the grace re-give, Which I have cast away: I cannot now, as once, believe, I cannot, cannot pray: Speak, and the wither'd hand Of faith shall be restor'd, Exert its power at thy command, And apprehend its Lord. "He shall not strive, nor cry, neither shall any man hear his voice in the streets." Matt. xii. 19. Not brawling, popular, and loud, But silent, as the Man of Woe, Instruct me to decline the croud, And meekly after thee to go, And quietly, like thee, resign My soul into the hands divine.