Wesley Corpus

A Collection of Hymns (1780)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1780
Passage IDcw-hymns-1780-023
Words400
Sourcehttps://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html
Repentance
And, sure as he hath died, Thy debt is paid, thy soul is free, And thou art justified. The Goodness of God. 1 TESUS, the Name high over all, ** In hell, or earth, or sky, Angels and men before it fall, And devils fear and fly. 2 Jesus, the Name to sinners dear, The Name to sinners given ; It scatters all their guilty fear : It turns their hell to heaven. 3 Jesus the prisoner's fetters breaks, And bruises Satan's head ; Power into strengthless souls it speaks, And life into the dead. 4 O that the world might taste and see The riches of his grace ! The arms of love that compass me, Would all mankind embrace. 5 His only righteousness I show, His saving truth proclaim : 'Tis all my business here below To cry, " Behold the Lamb !" 6 Happy, if with my latest breath 1 may but gasp his Name ; Preach him to all, and cry in death, " Behold, behold the Lamb !" 6-8'*. OGOD, of good the' unfathom'd Sea! Who would not give his heart to thee ? Who would not love thee with his might, O Jesu, Lover of mankind ? Who would not his whole soul and mind, With all his strength, to thee unite? The Goodness of God. 41 2 Thou shin'st with everlasting rays : Before the' insufferable blaze Angels with both wings veil their eyes ; Yet, free as air thy bounty streams On all thy works ; thy mercy's beams Diffusive, as thy sun's, arise. 3 Astonish'd at thy frowning brow, Earth, hell, and heaven's strong pillars bow ; Terrible majesty is thine ! Who then can that vast love express, Which bows thee down to me, who less Than nothing am, till thou art mine ! 4 High throned on heaven's eternal hill, In number, weight, and measure still Thou sweetly orderest all that is : And yet thou deign'st to come to me, And guide my steps, that I, with thee Enthroned, may reign in endless bliss. 5 Fountain of good, all blessing flows From thee ; no want thy fulness knows : What but thyself canst thou desire ? Yet, self-sufficient as thou art, Thou dost desire my worthless heart : This, only this, dost thou require. 6 Primeval Beauty ! in thy sight, The first-born fairest sons of light