Wesley Corpus

Watchnight Hymns (1750)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1750
Passage IDcw-duke-watchnight-hymns-1750-002
Words397
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Universal Redemption Pneumatology
O may we thus be found Obedient to his word, Attentive to the trumpet's sound, And looking for our Lord! O may we thus insure Our lot among the blest, And watch a moment to secure An everlasting rest. Hymn III.4 O Jesus, the rest Of spirits distrest, In whom all the children of men may be blest; The blessing design'd For the whole of mankind, Give us in the love of thy Spirit to find. For this do we keep A sad vigil, and weep, The fruit of our tears that in joy we may reap; While sent from above The comfort we prove, The unspeakable gift of thy ransoming love. Our brethren we see By mercy set free, They have found the abundant redemption in thee; Thy tenders of grace They gladly embrace, And tell of thy goodness, and live to thy praise. But still we remain In bondage and pain, Unable to bear, or to shake off our chain; In the furnace we cry, Come, Lord, from the sky, Make hast to our help, or in Egypt we die. O Jesus, appear, Thy mourners to chear, Our grief to asswage, and to banish our fear: Page 4 5Appeared first in HSP (1749), 2:122-23. Thy prisoners release, Vouchsafe us thy peace, And our troubles and sins in a moment shall cease. That moment be now: The petition allow, Our present Redeemer, and Comforter thou! The freedom from sin, The atonement bring in, And sprinkle our conscience, and bid us be clean. The blessing of grace, Now let it take place, The dew of thy mercy descend on our race; Thy Spirit, O God, Pour out on the crowd, And water us all with a shower of thy blood. Hymn IV.5 I, I am the man that have known Distress by the stroke of his rod; And still thro' the anguish I groan, And pine for the absence of God: The happy in Jesus may sleep; But O! Till in me he appears, Be this my employment to weep, And water my couch with my tears. Or rather, if any are nigh, Forlorn and afflicted like me, All night let us lift up our cry, And mourn his appearing to see: (As watchmen expecting the morn) Look out for the light of his face, And wait for his mercy's return, And long to recover his grace.