A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-316 |
| Words | 388 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
The knowledge of thyself impart ; Our ear, our inmost soul we bow : Speak, Lord, thy servants hearken now. HYMN 644. Vs §• 6s. Christ's Intercession. COMING through our great High-Priest, We find a pard'ning God : Jesu's Spirit in our breast Bears witness with the blood, 3J) Incarnation, Speaks our Father pacified Toward every soul that Christ receives i Tells us, once our Surety died, And now for ever lives. 2 Christ for ever lives to pray For all that trust in him ; J my soul on Jesus stay, Almighty to redeem : He shall purify my heart, Who in his blood forgiveness have, All his hallowing power exert, And to the utmost save. 3 Basis of our steadfast hope, Saviour, thy ceaseless prayer Sanctifies and lifts us up To meet thee in the air : Yes, thine interceding grace Preserves us every moment thine, Till we rise to see thy face, And share the throne divine. HYMN 645. 4-6's §• 2-8'. The Year of Jubilee. T3LOW ye the trumpet, blow The gladly solemn sound : Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound, The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom' d sinners, home. Jesus, our great High-Priest, Hath full atonement made : Ye weary spirits, rest ; Ye mournful souls, be glad ; The year, c Sufferings, •?., of Christ. 591 3 Extol the Lamb of God, The all-atoning Lamb ; Redemption through his blood Throughout the world proclaim i The year, c. 4 Ye slaves of sin and hell, Your liberty receive ; And safe in Jesus dwell, And blest in Jesus live : The year, c. 5 Ye who have sold for nought Your heritage above, Receive it back unbought, The gift of Jesu's love : The year, c. (5 The gospel trumpet hear, The news of heavenly grace ; And, saved from earth, appear Before your Saviour's face : The year, c. HYMN 646. c. m. Christ's Compassion for the Tempted. 1 VJI7TTH joy we meditate the grace ' Of our High -Priest above ; His heart is made of tenderness, His bowels yearn with love. 2 Touch'd with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame ; He knows what sore temptations mean For he hath felt the same. 3 He in the days of feeble flesh