A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-045 |
| Words | 398 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
1 HPERRIBLE thought ! shall I alone,
J- Who may be saved -- shall I --
Of all, alas ! whom I have known,
Through sin, for ever die ?
2 While all my old companions dear,
With whom I once did live,
Joyful at God's right hand appear,
A blessing to receive :
3 Shall I, -- amidst a ghastly band, --
Dragg'd to the judgment-seat,
Far on the left with horror stand,
My fearful doom to meet ?
4 Ah, no : -- I still may turn and live,
For still his wrath delays ;
He now vouchsafes a kind reprieve,
And offers me his grace.
5 I will accept his offers now,
From every sin depart,
o2 Praying for a Blessing.
Perform my oft-repeated vow,
And render him my heart.
6 I will improve what I receive,
The grace through Jesus given ;
Sure, if with God on earth 1 live,
To live with him in heaven.
Praying for a Blessing.
1 T7ATHER of omnipresent grace !
*- We seem agreed to seek thy face ;
But every soul assembled here
Doth naked in thy sight appear :
Thou know'st who only bows the knee ;
And who in heart approaches thee.
2 Thy Spirit hath the difference made
Betwixt the living and the dead ;
Thou now dost into some inspire ,
The pure, benevolent desire :
O that even now thy powerful call
May quicken and convert us all !
3 The sinners suddenly convince,
O'erwhelm'd beneath their load of sins :
To-day, while it is cali'd to-day,
Awake, and stir them up to pray,
Their dire captivity to own,
And from the iron furnace groan.
4 Then, then acknowledge, and set free
The people bought, O Lord, by thee,
The sheep for whom their Shepherd bled,
For whom we in thy Spirit plead :
Let all in thee redemption find,
And not a soul be left behind.
Praying for a Blessing. oo
HYMN 82. l. m.
1 O HEPHERD of souls, with pitying eye
^ The thousands of our Israel see :
To thee in their behalf we cry,
Ourselves but newly found in thee.
2 See where o'er desert wastes they err,
And neither food nor feeder have,
Nor fold, nor place of refuge near ;
For no man cares their souls to save.
3 Wild as the untaught Indian's brood,