A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-023 |
| Words | 400 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
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