Wesley Corpus

Scripture Hymns (1762) Vol 2

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1762
Passage IDcw-duke-scripture-hymns-1762-vol-2-262
Words389
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Universal Redemption Reign of God
Page 369 Nor dream, when sav'd from slavish fear, We need no longer suffer here. While after Jesus we proceed, Patience we every moment need, By a whole world of sinners tried, Conform'd to Jesus crucified; The patience of unwearied hope Must bear our fainting spirits up, Comfort, 'till all our deaths are past, And give th' immortal crown at last. Were all the race already run, And one short step remain'd alone, To take that one short step behind, We need be arm'd with Jesu's mind; For if we rest as now secure, And do not to the end endure, If patience fail, we fall from grace, And drop the cross, and lose the race. But thou on whom our souls depend, Wilt keep us patient to the end, And still with passive grace supply, Daily with thee to bleed and die; 'Till strengthen'd by thy Spirit's power, We meet that last decisive hour, And mingle with th' immortal dead, From pain and death forever freed. "Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith." Heb. xii. 2. O that I could look to thee, Jesus, lifted up for me, Me a wounded Israelite, Me expiring in thy sight! Guilt the serpent's sting I feel, Anguish inconceivable, Bleeding, gasping on the ground, Dying of the poisonous wound. Page 370 But with a believing eye If I can my Lord espy, Hanging on the sacred pole, I, ev'n I, shall be made whole. Give me now to find thee near, Now as crucified appear; Life is thro' thy wounds alone, Mine to heal, display thine own. "Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith." Heb. xii. 2. Lord, to thee I feebly look, Thou my cause hast undertook, Author of my faith thou art, Stamping pardon on my heart. But that every moment I, May on thy dear cross rely, Still the mystery reveal Of thy love unspeakable. 397 What thou gav'st me once to know, O continue to bestow, Give me, every moment give By thy precious death to live. This my sole employment be, Station'd here on Calvary, Let me on thy passion gaze, See thee dying in my place. While I thus my pattern view, I shall bleed and suffer too, With the Man of Sorrow join'd One become in heart and mind.