A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-105 |
| Words | 393 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
6 Prophet, to me reveal
Thy Father's perfect will :
Never mortal spake like thee,
Human Prophet like divine ;
Loud and strong their voices be,
Small, and still, and inward thine !
7 On thee, my Priest, I call,
Thy blood atoned for all :
Still the Lamb as slain appears,
Still thou stand'st before the throne$
Ever offering up my prayers,
These presenting with thine own.
8 Jesus, thou art my King,
From thee my strength I bring :
Shadow' d by thy mighty hand,
Saviour, who shall pluck me thence ?
Faith supports ; by faith I stand,
Strong in thy omnipotence.
HYMN 194. 2-6's £ 4-7'*.
1 A RISE, my soul, arise,
-*"*- Thy Saviour's Sacrifice !
All the names that love could find,
All the forms that love could take,
Jesus in himself hath join'd,
Thee, my soul, his own to make.
2 Equal with God Most High,
He laid his glory by ;
He, the' eternal God, was born,
Man with men he deign'd to' appear,
Object of his creature's scorn,
Pleased a servant's form to wear.
3 Hail ! everlasting Lord,
Divine, incarnate Word !
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Thee let all my powers confess ;
Thee ray latest breath proclaim ;
Help, ye angel- choirs, to bless.
Shout the loved Immanuel's name !
Fruit of a virgin's womb,
The promised Blessing 's come ;
Christ, the fathers' hope of old,
Christ, the woman's conquering Seed,
Christ, the Saviour long foretold,
Born to bruise the serpent's head.
Jesus, to thee I bow !
The' Almighty's Fellow thou !
Thou, the Father's only Son ;
Pleased he ever is in thee ;
Just and holy thou alone,
Full of grace and truth for me.
HYMN 195. 2-6V §• 4-7's.
HIGH above every name,
Jesus, the Great I AM !
Bows to Jesus every knee,
Things in heaven, and earth, and hell ;
Saints adore him, demons flee,
Fiends, and men, and angels feel !
He left his throne above,
Emptied of all but love :
Whom the heavens cannot contain,
God, vouchsafed a worm to' appear,
Lord of Glory, Son of Man,
Poor, and vile, and abject here.
His own on earth he sought,
His own received him not ;
Him a sign by all blasphemed,
Outcast and despised of men,
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