A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-131 |
| Words | 399 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
And every comfort here,
Thee, my most indulgent God,
I thank, with heart sincere ;
For the blessings numberless,
Which thou hast already given ;
For thy smallest spark of grace,
And for my hope of heaven.
3 Gracious God, my sins forgive,
And thy good Spirit impart !
Then I shall in thee believe,
With all my loving heart :
Always unto Jesus look,
Him in heavenly glory see,
Who my cause hath undertook,
And ever prays for me.
4 Grace, in answer to his prayer,
And every grace bestow,
That I may with zealous care
Perform thy will below :
Rooted in humility,
Still in every state resign'd,
Plant, almighty Lord, in me
A meek and lowly mind.
5 Poor and vile in my own eyes,
With self-abasing shame
Still I would myself despise.
And magnify thy name :
For Believers Rejoicing. 237
Thee let every creature bless ;
Praise to God alone be given :
God alone deserves the praise
Of all in earth and heaven.
HYMN 244. 7's §■ 6Y
1 ^HOU, the great, eternal God,
■*■ Art hiffh above our thought
Worthy to be fear'd, adored,
By all thy hands have wrought :
None can with thyself compare ;
Thy glory fills both earth and sky ;
We, and all thy creatures, are
As nothing in thine eye.
2 Of thy great unbounded power
To thee the praise we give, --
Infinitely great, and more
Than heart can e'er conceive :
When thou wilt to work proceed,
Thy purpose firm none can withstand,
Frustrate the determined deed,
Or stay the' Almighty Hand.
3 Thou, O God, art wise alone ;
Thy counsel doth excel ;
Wonderful thy works we own,
Thy ways unsearchable :
Who can sound the mystery,
Thy judgments' deep abyss explain,
Thine, whose eyes in darkness see,
And search the heart of man !
HYMN 245. 7's §• 6's.
1 /^ OOD thou art, and good thou dost ;
^J Thy mercies reach to all,
2oo For Believers Rejoicing.
Chiefly those who on thee trust,
And for thy mercy call :
New they every morning are ;
As fathers when their children cry,
Us thou dost in pity spare,
And all our wants supply.
2 Mercy o'er thy works presides ;
Thy providence display'd
Still preserves, and still provides
For all thy hands have made ;
Keeps, with most distinguished care,