Wesley Corpus

Hymns on the Lord's Supper (1745)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1745
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-on-the-lords-supper-1745-021
Words400
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Reign of God Means of Grace Communion
Let the wisest mortal shew How we the grace receive: Feeble elements bestow A power not theirs to give: Who explains the wondrous way? How thro' these the virtue came? These the virtue did convey, Yet still remain the same. How can heavenly spirits rise By earthly matter fed, Drink herewith divine supplys And eat immortal bread? Ask the Father's wisdom how; Him that did the means ordain Angels round our altars bow To search it out, in vain. Sure and real is the grace, The manner be unknown; Only meet us in thy ways And perfect us in one, Let us taste the heavenly powers, Lord, we ask for nothing more; Thine to bless, 'tis only ours To wonder, and adore. Page 42 Hymn LVIII. How long, thou faithful God shall I Here in thy ways forgotten lye, When shall the means of healing be The channels of thy grace to me! Sinners on every side step in, And wash away their pain and sin, But I an helpless sin-sick soul Still lye expiring at the pool. In vain I take the broken bread, I cannot on thy mercy feed, In vain I drink the hallow'd wine, I cannot taste the love divine. Angel and Son of God come down, Thy sacramental banquet crown, Thy power into the means infuse, And give them now their sacred use. Thou seest me lying at the pool, I would, thou know'st, I would be whole; O let the troubled waters move, And minister thy healing love. Break to me now the hallow'd bread, And bid me on thy body feed, Give me the wine, Almighty God, And let me drink thy precious blood. Surely if thou the symbols bless, The cov'nant blood shall seal my peace, Thy flesh e'en now shall be my food, And all my soul be fill'd with God. Page 43 Hymn LIX. God incomprehensible Shall man presume to know, Fully search him out, or tell His wondrous ways below? Him in all his ways we find; How the means transmit the power Here he leaves our thought behind, And faith inquires no more. How he did these creatures raise And make this bread and wine Organs to convey his grace To this poor soul of mine, I cannot the way descry, Need not know the mystery, Only this I know, that I Was blind, but now I see.
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