Whitsunday Hymns (1746)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1746 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-whitsunday-hymns-1746-007 |
| Words | 375 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
THAT PROMISE made to Adam's race, Now, Lord, in us, ev'n us fulfil, And give the Spirit of thy grace, To teach us all thy perfect will. That heavenly teacher of mankind That guide infallible impart, To bring thy sayings to our mind, And write them on our faithful heart. He only can the words apply Thro' which we endless life possess, And deal to each his legacy, His Lord's unutterable peace. That peace of God, that peace of thine O might he now to us bring in, And fill our souls with power divine, And make an end of fear and sin. The length and breadth of love reveal, The heighth and depth of deity, And all the sons of glory seal, And change, and make us all like thee! Hymn XIII.10 John xiv.11 1, 2, 3, 4. Saviour, Lord, who at thy death Peace didst to thy church bequeath, 7Manuscript version appears in MS John, 296-97. 8"The" changed to "thy" in 3rd edn. (1747) only. 9"Words" changed to "word" in 2nd (1747) through 1768 edn., then changed back to "words." 10Manuscript version appears in MS John, 297-98. 11Ori. (in all edns.), "xvi"; a misprint. Page 16 Now confer the peace on me, Bring me now my legacy. Grant me (not as mortals give Hoping better to receive) That, for which I sigh and mourn, Give, and look for no return. Grant me for thy mercy sake, Me, who no return can make, That which I can never buy, Save, and freely justify. Grant me, (not as childish men Grant, and ask their gifts again) Peace, which none can take away, Peace which shall for ever stay. Now the benefit impart, Speak it to my troubled heart, Comfort, and thyself restore, Come, and bid me sin no more. Come, and wipe away my tears, Come, and scatter all my fears, Come, and take me to thy breast, Lull me to eternal rest. Hymn XIV.12 John xv. 26, 27. Jesus, our exalted head, Regard thy people's prayer, Send us in thy body's stead Th' abiding Comforter, From thy dazling throne above, From thy Father's glorious seat Send the Spirit of truth and love, The' eternal Paraclete. 12Manuscript version appears in MS John, 319-20. Page 17