Wesley Corpus

A Collection of Hymns (1780)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1780
Passage IDcw-hymns-1780-043
Words395
Sourcehttps://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html
Christology Repentance Sanctifying Grace
And change our faith to sight ; And clothe us with our nobler house Of empyrean light ! 5 O let us put on thee In perfect holiness, And rise prepared thy face to see, Thy bright, unclouded face ! Thy grace with glory crown, Who hast the earnest given ; And now triumphantly come down, And take oui souls to heaven ! S® Describing Heaven. HYMN 75. 7fs. \ IFT your eyes of faith, and see J-^ Saints and angels join'd in one What a countless company Stand before yon dazzling throne ! Each before his Saviour stands ; All in milk-white robes array'd, Palms they carry in their hands, Crowns of glory on their head. 2 Saints begin the endless song, Cry aloud in heavenly lays, Glory doth to God belong ; God, the glorious Saviour, praise : All salvation from him came ; Him, who reigns enthroned on high : Glory to the bleeding Lamb, Let the morning stars reply. 3 Angel-powers the throne surround, Next the saints in glory they ; Lull'd with the transporting sound, They their silent homage pay ; Prostrate on their face before God and his Messiah fall ; Then in hymns of praise adore, Shout the Lamb that died for all ! 4 Be it so, they all reply, Him let all our orders praise ; Him that did for sinners die, Saviour of the favour' d race ! Render we our God his right, Glory, wisdom, thanks, and power, Honour, majesty, and might ; Praise him, praise him evermore ! HYMN 76. 7's. 1 ^ITITHAT are these array'd in white, * * Brighter than the noon -day sun ? Describing Heaven. 7*j Foremost of the sons of light, Nearest the eternal throne ? These are they that bore the cross, Nobly for their Master stood ; Sufferers in his righteous cause, Followers of the dying God Out of great distress they came, Wash'd their robes by faith below In the blood of yonder Lamb, Blood that washes white as snow : Therefore are they next the throne, Serve their Maker day and night : God resides among his own, God doth in his saints delight. More than conquerors at last, Here they find their trials o'er ; They have all their sufferings past, Hunger now and thirst no more : No excessive heat they feel