Wesley Corpus

A Collection of Hymns (1780)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1780
Passage IDcw-hymns-1780-172
Words396
Sourcehttps://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html
Sanctifying Grace
The saints' secure abode : On faith's strong eagle-pinions rise, And force your passage to the skies, And scale the mount of God. 3 Who suffer with our Master here, We shall before his face appear, And by his side sit down : To patient faith the prize is sure ; And all that to the end endure The cross, shall wear the crown For Believers Suffering. oli 4 Thrice blessed, bliss-inspiring hope ! It lifts the fainting* spirits up ; It brings to life the dead : Our conflicts here shall soon be past, And you and I ascend at last, Triumphant with our Head. 5 That great mysterious Deity We soon with open face shall see ; The beatific sight Shall fill heaven's sounding courts with praise, And wide diffuse the golden blaze Of everlasting light. G The Father shining on his throne, The glorious co-eternal Son, The Spirit, one and seven, Conspire our rapture to complete ; And, lo ! we fall before his feet, And silence heightens heaven. 7 In hope of that ecstatic pause, Jesus, we now sustain the cross, And at thy footstool fall ; Till thou our hidden life reveal, Till thou our ravish'd spirits fill, And God is All in All ! HYMN 334. 8'8 8r6's. 2 Sam. xvi. 1 ORD, I adore thy gracious will ; *-** Through every instrument of ill My Father's goodness see ; Accept the complicated wrong Of Shimei's hand and Shimei's tongue, As kind rebukes from thee ! olo For Believers Suffering. HYMN 335. Ts §■ &s. 1 /^AST on the fidelity ^-^ Of my redeeming Lord, I shall his salvation see, According to his word : Credence to his word I give ; My Saviour in distresses past Will not now his servant leave, But bring me through at last. 2 Better than my boding fears To me thou oft hast proved ; Oft observed my silent tears, And challenged thy beloved : Mercy to my rescue flew, And death ungrasp'd his fainting prey ; Pain before thy face withdrew, And sorrow fled away. 3 Now as yesterday the same, In all my troubles nigh, Jesus, on thy Word and Name I steadfastly rely ; Sure as now the grief I feel, The promised joy I soon shall have ; Saved again, to sinners tell Thy power and will to save.