Wesley Corpus

A Collection of Hymns (1780)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1780
Passage IDcw-hymns-1780-113
Words394
Sourcehttps://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html
Repentance
2 Thy mighty Name salvation is, And keeps my happy soul above ; 204 for Believers Rejoicing. Comfort it brings, and power, and peace, And joy, and everlasting love; To me, with thy dear Name, are given, Pardon, and holiness, and heaven. 3 Jesus, my all in all thou art ; My rest in toil ; my ease in pain ; The med'eine of my broken heart ; In war, my peace ; in loss, my gain ; My smile beneath the tyrant's frown ; In shame, my glory and my crown : 4 In want, my plentiful supply ; In weakness, my almighty power ; In bonds, my perfect liberty ; My light in Satan's darkest hour ; In grief, my joy unspeakable ; My life in death ; my heaven in hell. HYMN 210. 6-8's. 1 rT^HEE will I love, my strength, my tower ; -*- Thee, will I love, my joy, my crown ; Thee will I love, with all my power, In all thy works, and thee alone : Thee will 1 love, till the pure fire Fills my whole soul with chaste desire. 2 Ah, why did I so late thee know, Thee, lovelier than the sons of men ! Ah, why did I no sooner go To thee, the only ease in pain ! Ashamed I sigh, and inly mourn, That 1 so late to thee did turn. 3 In darkness willingly I stray'd ; I sought thee, yet from thee I roved ; Far wide my wand'ring thoughts were spread ; Thy creatures more than thee I loved : And now if more at length I see, 'Tis through thy light, and comes from thee. For Believers JRejoieing. 205 4 1 thank thee, uncreated Sun, That thy bright beams on me have shined ; I thank thee, who hast overthrown My foes, and heal'd my wounded mind ; I thank thee, whose enlivening* voice Bids my freed heart in thee rejoice. 5 Uphold me in the doubtful race, Nor suffer me again to stray ; Strengthen my feet with steady pace Still to press forward in thy way ; My soul and flesh, O Lord of might, Fill, satiate, with thy heavenly light. 6 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears ; Give to my heart chaste, hallow' d fires ; Give to my soul, with filial fears,