Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1740)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1740
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1740-029
Words399
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Reign of God Works of Mercy Assurance
Still I ask, nor yet receive, Knock at the unopen'd door; Still I struggle to believe, Hope, tho' urg'd to hope no more, Bearing what I cannot bear, Yielding, fighting with despair. Hear in mercy my complaint, Hear, and hasten to my aid, Help, or utterly I faint, Fails the spirit thou hast made; Save me, or my foe prevails, Save me, or thy promise fails. Struggling in the fowler's snare, Lo! I ever look to thee: Tempted more than I can bear No, my soul, it cannot be; True and faithful is the word, Sure the coming of thy Lord. 34This hymn appeared first in the 2nd edn. of HSP (1739), 102-3; it was then moved to this collection. Page 65 Come then, O my Saviour, come, God of truth, no longer stay, God of love, dispel the gloom, Point me out the promis'd way, Let me from the trial fly, Sink into thy arms, and die! Waft me to that happy shore, Port of ease, and end of care; All thy storms shall there be o'er, Sin shall never reach me there, Surely of my God possest, Safe in my Redeemer's breast! Matthew v. 3, 4, 6. Jesu, if still the same thou art, If all thy promises are sure, Set up thy kingdom in my heart, And make me rich, for I am poor: To me be all thy treasures given, The kingdom of an inward heaven. Thou hast pronounced the mourner blest, And lo! For thee I ever mourn: I cannot; no! I will not rest, Till thou my only rest return, Till thou, the Prince of Peace, appear, And I receive the Comforter. Page 66 Where is the blessedness bestow'd On all that hunger after thee? I hunger now, I thirst for God! See, the poor, fainting sinner see, And satisfy with endless peace, And fill me with thy righteousness. Ah Lord! If thou art in that sigh, Then hear thyself within me pray. Hear in my heart thy Spirit's cry, Mark what my lab'ring soul would say, Answer the deep, unutter'd groan, And shew that thou and I are one. Shine on thy work, disperse the gloom, Light in thy light I then shall see: Say to my soul, "Thy light is come, Glory divine is ris'n on thee, Thy warfare's past, thy mourning's o'er: Look up, for thou shalt weep no more."
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