Prayer for Those Convinced of Sin (1743)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn |
| Year | 1743 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-prayer-for-those-convinced-of-sin-1743-full |
| Words | 676 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Last updated: December 2, 2009. "Prayer for Those Convinced of Sin" (1743)1 cf. Baker list, 73 Editorial Introduction: Early Methodism understood itself as an instrument for helping those on the "way of salvation," not an exclusive gathering of the saved. The way this was expressed in the General Rules, the foundational document for the movement, was that the sole condition required to join the Methodists was "a desire to flee the wrath to come, to be saved from their sins." The General Rules then describe the set of practices in which Methodists embodied this desire. From its earliest edition there was a hymn appended to the General Rules titled "A Prayer for those who are Convinced of Sin." This hymnic prayer gave voice to the longing that was so central to Methodist identity. While it is unsigned, Charles Wesley's authorship is confirmed by its presence in MS Thirty, 57-59; and its inclusion in Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749), 2:89-91. Editions: Charles Wesley. "Prayer for those who are convinced of Sin." Appended to John Wesley's Nature, Design, and General Rules of the United Societies.... Newcastle: Gooding, 1743. over 20 edns. during Wesley's life; hymn in almost all editions, no variants Page 10 2"Hand" changed to "hands" in HSP (1749). 3"A" changed to "an" in HSP (1749). A Prayer for Those who are Convinced of Sin. O most compassionate high priest, Full of all grace we know thou art, Faith puts its hand2 upon thy breast, And feels beneath thy panting heart. Thy panting heart for sinners bleeds; Thy mercies and compassions move; Thy groaning Spirit interceeds, And yearn the bowels of thy love. Hear then the pleading Spirit's prayer, (The Spirit's will to thee is known) For all who now thy sufferings share, And still for full redemption groan. Poor tempted souls, with tempests toss'd, And strangers to a moment's peace; Disconsolate, afflicted, lost, Lost in a3 howling wilderness. Torn with an endless war within, Vex'd with the flesh and Spirit's strife, And struggling in the toils of sin, And agonizing into life. O let the pris'ners mournful cries, As incense in thy sight appear; Their humble wailings pierce the skies, If hap'ly they may feel thee near! The captive exiles make their moans, From sin impatient to be free; Call home, call home thy banish'd ones! Lead captive their captivity! Shew them the blood that bought their peace, The anchor of their stedfast hope; And bid their guilty terrors cease, And bring the ransom'd pris'ners up. Out of the deep regard their cries, The fallen raise, the mourners chear; O Sun of Righteousness arise, And scatter all their doubt and fear! Page 11 Pity the day of feeble things; O gather ev'ry halting soul, And drop salvation from thy wings, And make the contrite sinner whole. Stand by them in the fiery hour, Their feebleness of mind defend; And in their weakness shew thy power, And make them patient to the end. O satisfy their soul in drought; Give them thy saving health to see, And let thy mercy find them out; And let thy mercy reach to me. Hast thou the work of grace begun, And brought them to the birth in vain? O let thy children see the sun! Let all their souls be born again. Relieve the souls whose cross we bear, For whom thy suff'ring members mourn; Answer our faith's effectual prayer: Bid ev'ry struggling child be born. Hark how thy turtle dove complains, And see us weep for Sion's woe! Pity thy suff'ring people's pains; Avenge us of our inbred foe. Whom thou has bound, O Lord, expell, And take his armour all away; The man of sin, the child of hell, The devil in our nature slay. Him and his works at once destroy, The being of all sin erase, And turn our mourning into joy, And cloath us with the robes of praise. Then, when our suff'rings all are past, O let us pure and perfect be, And gain our calling's prize at last, For ever sanctified in thee.