Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1740)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1740
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1740-069
Words383
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Social Holiness Universal Redemption Catholic Spirit
'Scap'd from the world, redeem'd from sin, By fiends pursued, by men abhor'd, Come in, poor fugitive, come in, And share the portion of thy Lord. Welcome from earth! Lo! The right-hand Of fellowship to thee we give; With open arms, and hearts we stand, And thee in Jesu's name receive! Say, is thy heart resolv'd as ours? Then let it burn with sacred love; Then let it taste the heavenly powers, Partaker of the joys above. Jesu, attend! Thyself reveal! Are we not met in thy great name? Thee in the midst we wait to feel, We wait to catch the spreading flame. Thou God, that answerest by fire, The Spirit of burning now impart, And let the flames of pure desire Rise from the altar of our heart. Truly our fellowship below With thee, and with thy Father is, In thee eternal life we know, And heaven's unutterable bliss. Page 171 In part we only know thee here, But wait thy coming from above, And I shall then behold thee near, And I shall all be lost in love! Seraphick Love.72 Alter'd from Mr. Norris. Away, vain world! My heart resign; For I can be no longer thine: A nobler, a diviner guest Has took possession of my breast. He has, and must engross it all; And yet the room is still too small. In vain you tempt my heart to rove; A fairer object claims my love. At last (alas, how late!) I've seen One lovelier than the sons of men: The fairest of ten thousand he, Proportion all, and harmony. All mortal beauty's but a ray Of his bright ever-shining day: All before thee must disappear, Thou only good, thou only fair. To thee my longing soul aspires With holy breathings, warm desires: To thee my panting heart does move! O pierce, fill, melt it with thy love! 72Source: John Norris, A Collection of Miscellanies (Oxford: J. Crosely, 1687), 22-24. First appeared in CPH (1738), 23-24. It was omitted from the 4th edn. (1743) and following of HSP (1739/40). Page 172 How do thy glorious streams of light, Ev'n thro' this veil, refresh my sight! When shall my prison'd73 soul be free, And find light, life, love, heav'n in thee! The Aspiration.74 From the Same Alter'd from Mr. Norris.
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