Scripture Hymns (1762) Vol 2
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1762 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-scripture-hymns-1762-vol-2-302 |
| Words | 362 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Let all the sons of light Expect their Lord to come, Unlook'd for, in the dead of night, A sleeping world to doom: Let all who Jesus know, To meet their God prepare, And pass their every hour below In watching unto prayer. Long as I watch, I keep The blessing once bestow'd, But forfeit, if again I sleep, The richest grace of God; Expos'd and stript of all Th' apostate's doom I feel, And from perfection's summit fall136 Into the deepest hell. "Hallelujah! For the Lord God omnipotent reigneth." Rev. xix. 6. Sing with glad anticipation, Mortals and immortals sing, Jesus comes with full salvation, Jesus doth his glory bring, Hallelujah, God omnipotent is King! "The testimony of Jesus, is the spirit of prophecy." Rev. xix. 10. Can ye the Spirit's course confine, Or teach the Master whom to use? Prophets to send, O Lord, is thine; And if thou still the meanest chuse, Open our mouth, inlarge our heart, To preach the all-redeeming God, Thousands and myriads to convert, And seal the record with our blood. "His name shall be in their foreheads." Rev. xxii. 4. Thou great, mysterious Three in One, Thou art to all thy people known, 136John Wesley underlined "from perfection's summit" in his personal copy, and drew a pointing finger (7) in the margin. Page 430 Wrote on our hearts thy name is grace, But glory, written on our face! "The Spirit and the bride say, Come." Rev. xxii. 17. The church in her militant state Is weary, and cannot forbear, The saints in an agony wait To see him again in the air, The Spirit invites in the bride Her heavenly Lord to descend, And place her inthron'd at his side In glory that never shall end. "And let him that heareth say, Come." Rev. xxii. 17. The news of his coming I hear, And join in the catholic cry, O Jesus, in triumph appear, Appear on the clouds of the sky! Whom only I languish to love, With fulness of majesty come, And give me a mansion above, And take to my heavenly home. "And let him that is athirst, come." Rev. xxii. 17.