Wesley Corpus

Whitsunday Hymns (1746)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1746
Passage IDcw-duke-whitsunday-hymns-1746-001
Words379
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Pneumatology Universal Redemption Reign of God
Hymn XIII. John 14:1, 2, 3, 4 Hymn XIV. John 15:26, 27 Hymn XV. John 16:6, 7 Hymn XVI. John 16:7 Hymn XVII. John 16:18 Hymn XVIII Hymn XIX. John 16:10 Hymn XX Hymn XXI Hymn XXII Hymn XXIII. John 16:13, 14, 15 Hymn XXIV. John 16:20, 21, 22 Hymn XXV. For the Fruits of the Spirit Hymn XXVI Hymn XXVII Hymn XXVIII Hymn XXIX Hymn XXX Hymn XXXI Hymn XXXII Page 3 Hymn I. Father of everlasting grace, Thy goodness and thy truth we praise, Thy goodness and thy truth we prove: Thou hast in honour of thy Son The gift unspeakable sent down The Spir't of life, and power, and love; Thou hast THE PROPHECY fulfill'd, The grand orig'nal compact seal'd, For which thy word and oath were join'd: THE PROMISE to our fallen head To every child of Adam made, Is now pour'd out on all mankind. The purchas'd Comforter is given, For Jesus is return'd to heaven, To claim, and then THE GRACE impart: Our day of Pentecost is come, And God vouchsafes to fix his home In every poor expecting heart. Page 4 Father, on thee whoever call, Confess thy promise is for all, While every one that asks receives, Receives the gift, and giver too, And witnesses that thou art true, And in thy Spirit walks, and lives. Not to a single age confin'd, For every soul of man design'd, O God, we now that Spirit claim: To us the Holy Ghost impart, Breathe him into our panting heart, Thou hear'st us ask in Jesu's name. Send us the Spirit of thy Son, To make the depths of Godhead known, To make us share the life divine; Send him the sprinkled blood t' apply, Send him, our souls to sanctify, And shew, and seal us ever thine. So shall we pray, and never cease, So shall we thankfully confess Thy wisdom, truth, and power, and love, With joy unspeakable adore, And bless, and praise thee evermore, And serve thee like thy hosts above: Till added to that heavenly quire, We raise our songs of triumph higher, And praise thee in a bolder strain, Outsoar the firstborn seraph's flight, And sing with all our friends in light Thine everlasting love to man. Hymn II.