Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749) Vol 2

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1749
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1749-vol-2-119
Words364
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Reign of God Justifying Grace Prevenient Grace
His truth, and love, and power Shall his own gifts maintain; But may ye not implore The Saviour's grace in vain? What if ye seek, and never find The pardon in his blood? What if the Saviour of mankind Be neither just, nor good! Hath he not spoke the word, "Who ask shall all receive!" Believe our faithful Lord, Ye abject souls believe! The hellish doubt reject, disclaim, And on our God rely, Our God continues still the same, Nor can himself deny. We now affix our seal That God is good, and true, His faithful love we feel, And ye may feel it too: We know, ye all the grace may take, Ye all the truth may prove, And twice ten thousand souls we stake On Jesu's faithful love. Page 229 For the Fear of God. God of all grace, and majesty, Supremely great, and good, If I have favour found with thee, Thro' the atoning blood; The guard of all thy mercies give, And to my pardon join A fear, least I should ever grieve The gracious Spirit divine. If mercy is indeed with thee, May I obedient prove, Nor e'er abuse my liberty, Or sin against thy love: This choicest fruit of faith bestow On a poor sojourner, And let me pass my days below In humbleness and fear. Rather I would in darkness mourn The absence of thy peace, Than e'er by light irreverence turn Thy grace to wantonness: Rather I would in painful awe Beneath thine anger move, Than e'er reject the gospel-law Of liberty and love. But oh! Thou wouldst not have me live In bondage, grief, and pain, Thou dost not take delight to grieve The helpless sons of men: Thy will is my salvation, Lord, And let it now take place, And let me tremble at thy word Of reconciling grace. Page 230 Still may I walk as in thy sight, My strict observer see, And thou by reverent love unite My child-like heart to thee. Still let me, 'till my days are past, At Jesu's feet abide, So shall he lift me up at last, And seat me by his side. For a Tender Conscience.53
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