Wesley Corpus

Trinity Hymns (1767)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1767
Passage IDcw-duke-trinity-hymns-1767-012
Words386
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Reign of God Trinity
Not his own will, as man, to do, From heaven the world's Redeemer came: But as th' eternal God and true, His and his Father's is the same: The Son we as his Sire adore, The glorious co-eternal Son; In will, in nature, and in power, The sender and the sent are One. Page 24 Lord over all, I at thy feet Expect thy sovereign will to know: The word of pard'ning grace repeat, And touch, and make me white as snow: I cannot doubt thy power to heal; Bid all my filthiness depart, Speak the almighty word I WILL, And purify this leprous heart. "And now, LORD, grant that signs and wonders may be done by the NAME OF THY HOLY CHILD JESUS." Acts xiv. 29, 30. The mighty deeds in Jesus' name By his eternal Father done, Jesus himself perform'd the same, By power immediately his own; And all his works are done by him In unity with God supreme. The virtue to his servants given From him its only fountain flow'd: They by the power of Christ in heaven On earth stupendous wonders show'd, But told who wrought the miracles, "Jesus, the Christ, thy body heals." Jesus, the mightier works of grace Which still we do in thy great name, For these we render thee the praise, Their heavenly author's power proclaim, And cry to each recover'd soul, "'Tis Christ himself that makes thee whole." "To SIT on my right-hand and on my left, IS NOT MINE TO GIVE, but (it shall be given) to them for whom it is prepared of MY FATHER." Matt. xx. 23. Acts ix. 34. Page 25 The kingdom is not thine to give Except to saints by grace prepar'd, Who all thy Father's words receive, Who thee and him alike regard, Thy passion to the end endure, And make the prize thro' sufferings sure. Who strive resisting unto blood, To thee by thy great Father given, On them is by thyself bestow'd The purest happiness of heaven, The bliss supreme, the full reward, The joy of their triumphant Lord. Thrones I appoint to you my friends, Your purchas'd crowns to you I give, In extasies that never end Partakers of my glory live; Who on my cross rejoic'd to die, Your seats are ready in the sky.