{"id":"cw/hymns/misc/015-galatians-322","corpus":"cw-hymns-misc","type":"hymn","author":"charles-wesley","title":"015 Galatians 322","title_alt":[],"text_basis":null,"date_composed":"1739","date_precision":"year","date_note":null,"numbering":{"bicentennial":null,"jackson_running":null,"sugden":null},"source_edition":{"editor":null,"title":null,"edition":null,"place":null,"publisher":null,"year":null,"volume":null,"pages":null,"scan_url":null,"scan_page_ids":null},"transcription":{"derived_from":null,"corrected_against_scan":false,"corrector":null,"corrected_on":null},"modernization":"none","license_text":"Public Domain Mark 1.0","license_apparatus":"CC BY 4.0","wikidata":null,"prev":null,"next":null,"part_of":"cw-hymns-misc","editorial_note":null,"source_id":"cw-015-galatians-322","passage_ids":["cw-015-galatians-322-full"],"word_count":379,"themes_auto":["catholic-spirit","christology","universal-redemption"],"open":true,"closed_reason":null,"legacy_ids":["cw-015-galatians-322-full"],"passages":[{"id":"cw-015-galatians-322-full","author":"charles-wesley","source_id":"cw-015-galatians-322","source_title":"015 Galatians 322","source_type":"hymn","year":1739,"chunk_index":0,"text":"Galatians 3:22 \"The scripture hath concluded all under sin, that the promise by faith of Jesus Christ might be given to them that believe.\" 1 Jesu, the sinner's friend, to thee Lost and undone for aid I flee, Weary of earth, myself, and sin Open thine arms, and take me in. 2 Pity and heal my sin-sick soul, 'Tis thou alone canst make me whole, Fal'n, till in me thine image shine, And cursed I am till thou art mine. 3 Hear, Jesu, hear my helpless cry, O save a wretch condemn'd to die! The sentence in myself I feel, And all my nature teems with hell. 4 When shall concupiscence and pride No more my tortur'd heart divide! When shall this agony be o'er, And the old Adam rage no more! 5 Awake, the woman's conqu'ring seed, Awake, and bruise the serpent's head, Tread down thy foes, with power controul The beast and devil in my soul. 6 The mansion for thyself prepare, Dispose my heart by entring there! 'Tis this alone can make me clean, 'Tis this alone can cast out sin. 7 Long have I vainly hop'd and strove To force my hardness into love, To give thee all thy laws require; And labour'd in the purging fire. 8 A thousand specious arts essay'd, Call'd the deep Mystic to my aid: His boasted skill the brute refin'd, But left the subtler fiend behind. 9 Frail, dark, impure, I still remain, Nor hope to break my nature's chain: The fond self-emptying scheme is past, And lo! Constrain'd I yield at last. 10 11 12 13 Page 94 At last I own it cannot be That I should fit myself for thee: Here then to thee, I all resign, Thine is the work, and only thine. No more to lift my eyes I dare Abandon'd to a just despair; I have my punishment in view. I feel a thousand hells my due. What shall I say thy grace to move? Lord I am sin but thou art love: I give up every plea beside \"Lord I am damn'd but thou hast died!\" While groaning at thy feet I fall Spurn me away, refuse my call, If love permit, contract thy brow, And, if thou canst, destroy me now!","word_count":379,"source_url":null,"themes":["christology","catholic-spirit","universal-redemption"],"is_full_hymn":true,"created_at":"2026-01-29T16:57:04.719754"}]}