Whitsunday Hymns (1746)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1746 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-whitsunday-hymns-1746-014 |
| Words | 377 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
All the kingdom from above, All the happiness of love, Be it to thy servants given, Pardon, holiness, and heaven. Hymn XXV. For the Fruits of the Spirit. Jesus, God of peace and love, Send thy blessing from above, Take, and seal us for thine own, Touch our hearts, and make them one. By the sense of sin forgiven Purge out all the former leaven, Malice, guile, and proud offence, Take the stone of stumbling hence. Root up every bitter root, Multiply the Spirit's fruit, Love, and joy, and quiet peace, Meek long-suffering gentleness; Page 29 Strict and general temperance Boundless pure benevolence, Cordial firm fidelity; ALL THE MIND which was in thee. Hymn XXVI.28 Come holy celestial Dove To visit a sorrowful breast, My burthen of guilt to remove, And bring me assurance and rest: Thou only hast power to relieve A sinner o'erwhelm'd with his load, The sense of acceptance to give, And sprinkle his heart with the blood. With me if of old thou hast strove And strangely withheld from my sin, And tried by the lure of thy love My worthless affections to win; The work of thy mercy revive, Thine uttermost mercy exert, And kindly continue to strive, And keep,29 'till I yield thee my heart. Thy call if I ever have known, And sigh'd from myself to get free, And groan'd the unspeakable groan, And long'd to be happy in thee; Fulfil the imperfect desire, Thy peace to my conscience reveal, The sense of thy favour inspire, And give me my pardon to feel. If when I had put thee to grief And madly to folly return'd, Thy pity hath been my relief, And lifted me up as I mourn'd; Most pitiful Spirit of grace, Relieve me again, and restore, My spirit in holiness raise To fall, and to suffer no more. 28Manuscript version appears in MS John, 341-42. 29"Keep" changed to "hold" in 2nd edn. (1747) through 1768 edn. Page 30 If now I lament after God, And gasp for a drop of thy love, If Jesus hath bought thee with blood For me to receive from above; Come, heavenly Comforter, come, True witness of mercy divine, And make me thy permanent home, And seal me eternally thine. Hymn XXVII.30