Wesley Corpus

Whitsunday Hymns (1746)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1746
Passage IDcw-duke-whitsunday-hymns-1746-003
Words387
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Pneumatology Universal Redemption
From heaven he shall once more Triumphantly descend, And all his saints restore To joys that never end, Then, then, when all our joys are given, Rejoice in God, rejoice in heaven. Hymn V. Father, admit our lawful claim, Let us that ask receive: To us that ask in Jesus' name Thou shalt thy Spirit give. Jesus hath spoke the faithful word On them that ask him here, Thou shalt, in honour of our Lord, The Holy Ghost confer. If evil we, by nature know To give our children food, Much more thou wilt on us bestow The soul-sustaining good. Our holy heavenly Father thou Regard'st thy children's prayer: Answer, and send, O send us now The promis'd Comforter. We seek, thou knowst we seek thy face; Let us the blessing find: Open the door of faith and grace To us, and all mankind. Surely thou wilt, we dare believe, For Jesus' sake alone, Thou wilt to us the Spirit give Give all good gifts in one. Page 8 Hymn VI. John vii. 37, 38, 39. Hear all the Saviour's cry On this great festal day, "The man that would on me rely, That would be happy, may: If any of all mankind Is now athirst for God, Now let him come to me, and find And drink the living flood. "He that believes on me, The word of truth shall feel, The wilderness a pool shall be, The heath a springing well; Forth from that faithful soul Rivers of life shall flow, And streams of grace eternal roll O're all the earth below." Lord, we with joy embrace (What all may find fulfill'd,) The promise made to all our race, And to BELIEVERS seal'd: Who in thy merit trust, Thy Spirit still receive, And temples of the Holy Ghost, And fill'd with God they live. The Spirit of their God, Doth in the saints abide, He is, he is by thee bestow'd For thou art glorified; Thy blood's unceasing prayer, And strong prevailing plea Hath now obtain'd the Comforter For all mankind, and me. Page 9 Lord, I believe the sure Irrevocable word, And come to thee distrest and poor, To thee my faithful Lord; I come athirst and faint Thy Spirit to receive, Give me the gift for which I pant, Thyself the giver give.