A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-142 |
| Words | 396 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
Who form'd me man, forbids my fear
The Lord hath call'd me by my name ;
The Lord protects, for ever near ;
His blood for me did once atone,
And still he loves and guards his own.
2 When passing through the watery deep,
I ask in faith his promised aid,
The waves an awful distance keep,
And shrink from my devoted head ;
Fearless their violence I dare ;
They cannot harm, for God is there !
3 To him mine eye of faith I turn,
And through the fire pursue my way ;
The fire forgets its power to burn,
The lambent flames around me play ;
I own his power, accept the sign,
And shout to prove the Saviour mine.
4 Still nigh me, O my Saviour, stand !
And guard in fierce temptation's hour ;
Hide in the hollow of thy hand ;
Show forth in me thy saving power ;
Still be thy arms my sure defence :
Nor earth nor hell shall pluck me thence.
5 Since thou hast bid me come to thee,
(Good as thou art, and strong to save,)
I '11 walk o'er life's tempestuous sea,
Upborne by the unyielding wave,
Dauntless, though rocks of pride be near,
And yawning whirlpools of despair.
6 When darkness intercepts the skies,
And sorrow's waves around me roll,
When high the storms of passion rise,
And half o'erwhelm my sinking soul,
200 For Believers Fighting.
My soul a sudden calm shall feel,
And hear a whisper, " Peace ; he still ! M
7 Though in affliction's furnace tried,
Unhurt on snares and death 1 '11 tread ;
Though sin assail, and hell, thrown wide,
Pour all its flames upon my head,
Like Moses' hush, I '11 mount the higher,
And flourish, unconsumed, in fire.
HYMN 273. 10's^m.
OMNIPOTENT Lord, My Saviour and King,
Thy succour afford, Thy righteousness bring :
Thy promises bind thee Compassion to have ;
Now, now let me find thee Almighty to save.
k2 Rejoicing in hope, And patient in grief,
To thee I look up For certain relief ;
I fear no denial, No danger I fear,
Nor start from the trial, While Jesus is near.
3 I every hour In jeopardy stand ;
But thou art my power, And holdest my hand :
While yet I am calling, Thy succour I feel;