Wesley Corpus

Scripture Hymns (1762) Vol 2

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1762
Passage IDcw-duke-scripture-hymns-1762-vol-2-158
Words366
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Reign of God Universal Redemption
Thee, the thrice holy God, I want, And nothing less than thee: With infinite desire I pant For thy infinity: On eagles' wings my spirit flies To grasp its Lord above, And faints upon thy breast, and dies To be dissolv'd in LOVE. "Heaven and earth shall pass away: but my words shall not pass away." Mark xiii. 31. Vanish then23 this old creation, Still the promise must remain, At the general restoration We shall see our Lord again: Pass away this earth and heaven, Truth can never be o'erthrown, Stands the word by Jesus given Firm as his eternal throne. "I say unto all, Watch." Mark xiii. 37. Is there a saint who doth not need To watch and pray, while station'd here? Doth grace the duty supersede, Or love cast out the humble fear? 23Ori., "them"; a misprint. Page 213 Who bad the twelve "take heed, beware," Cautioning them, he cautions all: And those that watch with ceaseless care, Can never sin, can never fall. "I say unto all, Watch." Mark xiii. 37. Jesus, inspire the watchful power, And set me on thy cross's tower, Till life's sad moment's o'er; Here may I still my station keep, And never fold my arms to sleep, And never slumber more. "Good were it for that man, if he had never been born." Mark xiv. 21. Alas for him! Whose teaching pride Peoples the realms beneath, And helps poor sinners to deride The never-dying death! Who madly mocks the endless pain, And laughs his God to scorn Good were it for that wretched man, If he had ne'er been born! "Preach the gospel to every creature." Mark xvi. 15. Gospel to every soul of man! The one eternal God For the whole world of sinners slain Hath bought them with his blood! Let every child of Adam's line The joyful news embrace, Acquitted by an act divine Of universal grace! Page 214 Hymn 323. "Thy prayer is heard." Luke i. 13. While nature yielding to despair Her blasted expectation mourns, After a length of years, the prayer In the most helpless case returns, The peaceful word at last comes down, And lo, the barren bears a son!