A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-204 |
| Words | 398 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
Feeble, and faint, and blind, and poor ;
Weary, I come to thee for rest,
And sick of sin, implore a cure.
4 My sin's incurable disease
Thou, Jesus, thou alone, canst heal ;
Inspire me with thy power and peace,
And pardon on my conscience Seal.
5 A touch, a word, a look from thee,
Can turn my heart, and make it clean ;
Purge the foul, inbred leprosy,
And save me from my bosom-sin.
6 Lord, if thou wilt, I do believe
Thou canst the saving grace impart ;
Thou canst this instant now forgive,
And stamp thine image on my heart.
7 My heart, which now to thee I raise,
I know thou canst this moment cleanse ;
The deepest stains of sin efface,
And drive the evil spirit hence.
8 Be it according to thy word ;
Accomplish now thy work in me ;
And let my soul, to health restored,
Devote its little all to thee.
HYMN 396. l. m.
1 /^\ THOU, whom once they fiock'd. to hear,
^-^ Thy words to hear, thy power to feel ;
Suffer the sinners to draw near,
And graciously receive us still.
2 They that be whole, thyself hast said,
No need of a physician have ;
But I am sick, and want thine aid,
And want thine utmost power to save.
»i7o Seeking for full Redemption.
3 Thy power, and truth, and love divine,
The same from age to age endure ;
A word, a gracious word of thine,
The most inveterate plague can cure.
4 Helpless howe'er my spirit lies,
And long hath languished at the pool,
A word of thine shall make me rise,
And speak me in a moment whole.
5 Eighteen, or eight and thirty, years,
Or thousands, are alike to thee :
Soon as thy saving grace appears,
My plague is gone, my heart is free.
b Make this the acceptable hour !
Come, O my soul's Physician, thou!
Display thy sanctifying power,
And show me thy salvation now.
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HYMN 397. l. m.
TESU, thy far-extended fame
My drooping soul exults to hear ;
Thy name, thy all-restoring name,
Is music in a sinner's ear.
2 Sinners of old thou didst receive,
With comfortable words and kind,
Their sorrows cheer, their wants relieve
Heal the diseased, and cure the blind.
3 And art thou not the Saviour still,