Wesley Corpus

A Collection of Hymns (1780)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1780
Passage IDcw-hymns-1780-101
Words398
Sourcehttps://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html
Justifying Grace Repentance
Implant, and root it deep within ; That 1 may dread thy gracious power, And never dare to' offend thee more. HYMN 187. Ts^&s. 1 CON of God, if thy free grace ^ Again hath raised me up, Call'd me still to seek thy face, And given me back my hope ; Still thy timely help afford, And all thy lovingkindness show : Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord, And never let me go ! 2 By me, O my Saviour, stand, In sore temptation's hour ; Save me with thine outstretch'd hand. And. show forth all thy power ; O be mindful of thy word ; Thy all-sufficient grace bestow ; Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord, And never let me go. 3 Give me, Lord, a holy fear, And fix it in my heart ; That I may from evil near With timely care depart : For JBacksliders Recovered. loo Sin be more than hell abhorr'd : Till thou destroy the tyrant foe, Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord, And never let me go. 4 Never let me leave thy breast, From thee, my Saviour, stray ; Thou art my Support and Rest, My true and living Way ; My exceeding great Reward, In heaven above, and earth below : Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord, And never let me go. HYMN 188. 7's$6's. 1 T ORD, and is thine anger gone ? JL^ And art thou pacified ? After all that I have done, Dost thou no longer chide ? Infinite thy mercies are ; Beneath the weight I cannot move : O ! 'tis more than I can bear, The sense of pardoning love. 2 Let it still my heart constrain, And all my passions sway ; Keep me, lest I turn again Out of the narrow way : Force my violence to be still, And captivate my every thought ; Charm, and melt, and change my will, And bring me down to nought. 3 If I have begun once more Thy sweet return to feel, lo4 J?qt Backsliders Recovered If even now I find thy power Present my soul to heal, -- Still and quiet may I lie, Nor struggle out of thine embrace ; Never more resist or fly From thy pursuing grace. 4 To the cross, thine altar, bind Me with the cords of love ; Freedom let me never find