Wesley Corpus

Scripture Hymns (1762) Vol 2

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1762
Passage IDcw-duke-scripture-hymns-1762-vol-2-276
Words395
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Reign of God Christology Universal Redemption
A wretched man of sin, By various passions torn, This aching want, this drought within, This barrenness I mourn: The heavens as brass I find Shut up against my prayer; But O, my Lord, humanely kind, Mine Advocate is there! Jesus the just appears Before the throne of grace! And thee thy Father always hears For all the ransom'd race: O let thy prayer obtain The blessing from the skies, Renew, o'erflow, and turn again Our earth to paradise. "He who converteth the sinner from the error of his way, shall save a soul from death, and shall hide a multitude of sins." James v. 20. O that I the souls could win Wand'ring in the paths of sin, Pluck out of the lion's teeth, Save them from eternal death: Make the prodigals arise, Lift to heaven their heart and eyes, Near the pit no longer stray, Cast their hated sins away! O might I, to sinners sent, Mercy's chosen instrument, Bring them back who did run well, Snatch them from the mouth of hell; Snatch, as brands out of the flame; Rescue them in Jesu's name, Page 391 Shew the fountain in his side, Lead them to the crucified! Jesus, thou my labours bless; Then thy hand by me shall seize, Plunge them in the sacred flood, Wash out all their sins with blood: Then they all forgotten are, Countless tho' like mine they were, Cover'd by the purple wave, Buried in my Saviour's grave! Hymn 764. "Kept by the power of God." 1 Pet. i. 5. See the power of God to save! Jesu's grace in me admire, Kept, like Peter, on the wave, Kept, like Shadrach, in the fire, Rescued from the lion's teeth, Safe within the jaws of death! Christ, the saving power divine, Thee by faith I apprehend, Every moment take of thine, 'Till my faith in vision end, 'Till thro' thine almighty love, Pure I take my place above. Kept from sin, the world, and hell, By thy grace thro' faith I am, 'Till thy nature thou reveal, Tell me all thy secret name, Read it on my heart imprest, Take me perfect to thy breast. "To you which believe, he is precious." 1 Pet. ii. 7. Who can tell the worth of Jesus? To thy faithful people known, Infinitely dear and precious, Thou art priz'd and lov'd alone: