Hymns on God's Everlasting Love (1742)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1742 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-hymns-on-gods-everlasting-love-1742-025 |
| Words | 385 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Lo! In thy hand I lay, And wait thy will to prove: My Potter, stamp on me thy clay, Thy only stamp of love. Be this my whole desire, (I know that it is thine:) Then kindle in my soul a fire, Which shall for ever shine. Page 50 Thy gracious readiness To save mankind assert, Thine image, love, thy name impress, Thy nature on my heart. Bowels of mercy, hear, Into my soul come down, Let it throughout my life appear That I have Christ put on. O! Plant in me thy mind, O! Fix in me23 thy home, So shall I cry to all mankind, Come to the waters, come. Jesus is full of grace, To all, his bowels move! Behold in me, ye fallen race, That God is only love! Hymn XVII.24 Free-Grace. Come, let us join our friends above, The God of our salvation praise, The God of everlasting love, The God of universal grace. 'Tis not by works that we have done, 'Twas grace alone his heart inclin'd, 'Twas grace that gave his only Son To taste of death for all mankind. For every man he tasted death; And hence we in his sight appear, Not lifting up our eyes beneath, But publishing his mercy here. This is the ground of all our hope, The fountain this of all our good, 23Ori., "me in"; corrected in 2nd edn. (1756) and following. 24Ori., "XVI"; reflecting earlier omitted numbering. Page 51 Jesus for all was lifted up, And shed for all his precious blood. His blood for all a ransom given, Has wash'd away the general sin, He clos'd his eyes to open heaven, And all, who will, may enter in. He worketh once to will in all, Or mercy we could ne'er embrace, He calls with an effectual call, And bids us all receive his grace. Thou drawest all men unto thee, Grace doth to ev'ry soul appear, Preventing grace for all is free, And brings to all salvation near. Had not thy grace salvation brought, Thyself we never could desire; Thy grace suggests our first good thought, Thy only grace doth all inspire. By nature only free to ill, We never had one motion known Of good, hadst thou not given the will, And wrought it by thy grace alone.