Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749) Vol 2
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1749 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1749-vol-2-080 |
| Words | 392 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Fain would I be clean, And all-holy within, I thirst for thine utmost salvation from sin: Thou still dost restrain; But how great is my pain, When I do not commit it, to feel that I can. For this do I wail Thro' the sorrowful vale, 'Till my sin and my trouble at once thou expel: This, this is my load, Tho' absolv'd by thy blood, I am capable still of offending my God. Come, Jesus, and cleanse My inbred offence, O take the occasion of stumbling from hence, The infection within, The possible sin Extirpate, by bringing thy righteousness in. By all thou hast done For me to atone, By all thou hast suffer'd to make me thine own, Page 149 By all which thou art, I beseech thee, convert, And renew, and eternally reign in my heart. Hymns for Those that Wait for Full Redemption. Hymn II. O thou gentle Lamb of God, Hear thy ransom'd follower pray, Wash me in thy cleansing blood, Bear my inbred sin away; All the curse, the plague remove, All the hell of creature-love. Take the guilt and power of sin, Take its cursed relicks hence; Make me throughly pure within By thy love's omnipotence; Let me all thy nature have, Feel thine utmost power to save. Bounds I will not set to thee, Shorten thine almighty hand: Save from all iniquity, Let not sin's foundations stand, Every stone o'erturn, o'erthrow; I believe it may be so. Wilt thou lop the boughs of sin, Leaving still the stock behind? No, thy love shall work within, Quite expel the carnal mind, Root and branch destroy my foe; I believe it shall be so. Page 150 Hymns for Those that Wait for Full Redemption. Hymn III.1 Being of beings, God of love, High-seated on thy dazling throne, Pity, and draw me from above, Raise, and bring home thy banish'd son. I am not as from thee I came: Out of my second chaos call: Fallen alas! From thee I am; O God, redeem me from my fall. Laid in the lowest deep of sin, Enslav'd to vain and base desires, Sensibly dead, and dark within, Fit fewel for infernal fires; An outcast from thy blissful face, Broke off from God, and scatter'd wide, Most fallen of that fallen race, For which thy only Son hath died.