Hymns and Sacred Poems (1740)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1740 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1740-054 |
| Words | 376 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Saviour of all, by God design'd Our loss of Eden to retrieve, Mighty restorer of mankind, In whom we all, tho' dead, may live: 56"Keep" instead of "take" in the manuscript draft. 57The manuscript draft began "Imprint the sense ...", but "imprint" is struck through and replaced by "Where is." 58The manuscript draft reads "Which ascertains ...." 59This hymn was omitted from 4th edn. (1743) and following, because it had been transferred to HGEL Page 133 In rapture lost, on thee I gaze, Thy universal goodness prove, Adore the riches of thy grace, And triumph in thy boundless love. Rest to my soul I now have found, My interest in thy blood I see; On this my confidence I ground, Who died for all, hath died for me! For me, for me the Saviour died! Surely thy grace for all is free: I feel it now by faith applied: Who died for all, hath died for me! No dire decree obtain'd thy seal, Or fix'd th' unalterable doom, Consign'd my unborn soul to hell, Or damn'd me from my mother's womb. Who that beholds thy lovely face, Can doubt, if all thy grace may share: So strong the lines of general grace Grace, grace is all that's written there. Loving to every man thou art! Sinners, ye all his grace may prove; He bears you all upon his heart: God is not HATE, but God is LOVE! Page 134 Another Universal Redemption.60 Father, whose hand on all bestows Sufficiency of saving grace, Whose universal love o'erflows The whole of Adam's fallen race; Within no narrow bounds confin'd, The vast, unfathomable sea Swells, and embraces all mankind For, O my God, it reach'd to me! If I could hear thy quick'ning call, Then all may seek, and find thee too; Surely thou loving art to all, And I stand forth to prove it true. Was there a man thou doom'st to die, How justly then might I despair! For who so vile a wretch as I? For who so bold his God to dare? Was there a single soul decreed Thy unrelenting hate to know, Then I were he and well might dread The horrors of eternal woe. 60Omitted from 4th edn. (1743) and following. Page 135