Scripture Hymns (1762) Vol 2
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1762 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-scripture-hymns-1762-vol-2-277 |
| Words | 358 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Page 392 The good things to sinners given, All summ'd up in thee they are, All the happiness of heaven, All its worth, that thou art there! "Honour all men." 1 Pet. ii. 17. Be double honour paid To man belov'd of God, Man in his Maker's image made, And purchas'd by his blood: Mark'd with thy character, Lord, every soul is thine, And I in all mankind revere Their Ransomer divine. "Love the brotherhood." 1 Pet. ii. 17. Myself begotten from above, I must my Father's children love: Born of the Spirit and the word, Are we not brethren in the Lord, Flesh of his flesh, bone of his bone, His body mystical, and one! "Fear God." 1 Pet. ii. 17. My heart is harden'd from thy fear, 'Till thou the stone remove, 'Till love constrain me to revere The God of pard'ning love: Father, declare thyself to me Thro' Jesus reconcil'd, Then shall I always render thee The reverence of a child. "Honour the king." 1 Pet. ii. 17. Honour the king, who God adore: The king his place sustains, As image of his awful power, As God's vicegerent reigns: And when the King of kings, and Lord Of lords from heaven comes down, He shall your loyal zeal reward With an immortal crown. Page 393 "Christ also suffered for us, leaving us an example, that ye should follow his steps." 1 Pet. ii. 21. Jesus, thy blood hath purg'd my sin, Thy blood shall wash me white as snow: But shew me all thy sufferings mean, Thy passion's utmost purport shew, And teach my heart the mystery: Why didst thou live, and die for me? Thou didst not work, that I secure In sloth might all the day remain, Thou didst not unknown grief endure, To supersede my needless pain: Thy life requires my active zeal, Thy death, that I should suffer still.111 No follower after thee I am, If nothing for thy sake I bear; A stranger to thy grief and shame, In vain to call thee mine I dare: Thy suffering, Lord, doth mine imply, And binds me on thy cross to die.112