Watchnight Hymns (1750)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1750 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-watchnight-hymns-1750-004 |
| Words | 371 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
In thy pilgrimage with men, (Objects of thy constant care) Thou didst all their griefs sustain, Lab'ring, watching unto prayer: Thou whole nights in prayer didst spend, On the mount for us employ'd, Prompt the helpless to defend, Prevalent with man and God. By no private wants compel'd, Only love inspir'd thy breast, Love thy steady hands upheld, Love inforc'd the kind request: Page 7 8Appeared first in HSP (1749), 2:136. 9Ori., "4". And shall we refuse to join, We who all the good receive, Reap the fruit of toil divine, By the prayer of Jesus live. Nay, but in thy strength we rise, Nightly to the mountain go, Breathe our wishes to the skies For the sleeping crowd below: Pray, my watchful brethren, pray, Full of wants, and sins, and fears, Wrestle 'till the break of day, 'Till the saving grace appears. Jesus, hear our midnight cry, Execute thy love's design; Bring thy great salvation nigh, Claim a ransom'd world for thine: Take the purchase of thy blood, (Blood that speaks our sins forgiven;) Let it bring us near to God, Let it pray us up to heav'n! Hymn VII.8 How happy, gracious Lord, are we, Divinely drawn to follow thee, Whose hours divided are Betwixt the mount and multitude; Our day is spent in doing good, Our night in praise and prayer. With us no melancholy void, No moments linger unemploy'd, Or unimprov'd below; Our weariness of life is gone, Who live to serve our God alone, And only thee to know. The winter's night, and summer's day Glides imperceptibly away, Too short to sing thy praise; Too few we find the happy hours, And haste to join those heavenly powers, In everlasting lays. Page 8 10Appeared first in HSP (1749), 2:136-37. With all who chaunt thy name on high, And holy, holy, holy cry, A bright harmonious throng, We long thy praises to repeat, And restless sing around thy seat The new eternal song. Hymn VIII.10 Meet and right it is to sing, At every time and place, Glory to our heavenly King, The God of truth and grace: Join we then with sweet accord, All in one thanksgiving join, Holy, holy, holy Lord, Eternal praise be thine!