015 Galatians 322
| Author | Charles Wesley |
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| Type | hymn |
| Year | 1739 |
| Passage ID | cw-015-galatians-322-full |
| Words | 390 |
Galatians 3:22
Source: Hymns and Sacred Poems (1739), Part I
Author: Charles Wesley (attributed)
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“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.
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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!