Wesley Corpus

A Collection of Hymns (1780)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1780
Passage IDcw-hymns-1780-045
Words398
Sourcehttps://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html
Christology Means of Grace Repentance
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,