Scripture Hymns (1762) Vol 1
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1762 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-scripture-hymns-1762-vol-1-225 |
| Words | 361 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Page 288 And then to reign alone Upon thy favourite throne. "Bray a fool in a mortar, yet will not his foolishness depart from him." Prov. xxvii. 22. Bray'd in trouble's mortar I For half an age have been, Yet myself I cannot fly, Or disengage from sin: What can heal this foolish heart, Make me wise, and just, and good? Me and sin forever part? A drop of Jesu's blood?83 "Happy is the man that feareth alway." Prov. xxviii. 14. This happiness be mine, Continually to fear The power of righteous wrath divine, And fly from evil near: And when thou dost forgive, Let this, O Lord, improve My tender childlike fear to grieve, Or sin against thy love. "He that trusteth in his own heart, is a fool." Prov. xxviii. 26. If a fond credulous fool thou art, Sinner, for trusting thy own heart, Can wisdom's praise to thee belong, For trusting in another's tongue? "Give me neither poverty nor riches." Prov. xxx. 8. Thou to me, O God, hast sent, Food, and raiment, and content; Yet for farther grace I sue, For poverty, and riches too: Both, and both at once, I want: Poverty of spirit grant, And fill me, Father, from above With all the riches of thy love. 83John Wesley changed this final "?" to a period in his personal copy. Page 289 Hymn 918. "Vanity of vanities, all is vanity." Eccles. i. 2. Taught by long experience, Lord, By thy Spirit taught, I see True is thy severest word, All on earth is vanity, Empty all our bliss below, Seeming bliss, but real woe. Turning then from earth away, Seeks my soul the joys above, Solid joys without allay; Saviour, in thy heart-felt love Heavenly comfort I possess, True, substantial happiness. Now I find the good of man, Now I answer thy design, All in thee alone obtain, Plenitude of grace divine, Plenitude of glory too, Thee when face to face I view! "In the day of adversity consider." Eccles. vii. 14. Father, thou dost not gladly grieve, Or put thy prodigal to pain; My needful chastning I receive, A sinful, thoughtless child of man;