A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-237 |
| Words | 390 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
12 Wilt keep us tenderly discreet
To guard what thou hast given ;
And bring our child with us to meet
At thy right hand in heaven.
HYMN 470. l. m.
For Masters.
1 A/T ASTER supreme, I look to thee
-^▼-*- For grace and wisdom from above ;
Vested with thy authority,
Endue me with thy patient love r
2 That, taught according to thy will,
To rule my family aright,
1 may the' appointed charge fulfil,
With all my heart, and all my might.
3 Inferiors, as a sacred trust,
I from the Sovereign Lord receive,
That what is suitable and just,
Impartial I to all may give :
4 O'erlook them with a guardian eye ;
From vice and wickedness restrain ,
Mistakes and lesser faults pass by,
And govern with a looser rein.
5 The servant faithfully discreet,
Gentle to him, and good, and mild,
Him would I tenderly entreat,
And scarce distinguish from a child.
() Yet let me not my place forsake,
The' occasion of his stumbling prove,
The servant to my bosom take,
Or mar him by familiar love.
140 For Believers Interceding.
7 Order if some invert, confound,
Their Lord's authority betray, --
I hearken to the gospel sound,
And trace the providential way.
8 As far from abjectness as pride,
With condescending dignity,
Jesus, I make thy word my guide,
And keep the post assign'd by thee.
9 O could I emulate the zeal
Thou dost to thy poor servants bear !
The troubles, griefs, and burdens feel
Of souls entrusted to my care :
10 In daily prayer to God commend
The souls whom God expired to save ;
And think how soon my sway may end,
And all be equal in the grave !
HYMN 471. 8's8r6's.
1 TTOW shall I walk my God to please,
A X And spread content and happiness
O'er all beneath my care ?
A pattern to my household give,
And as a guardian angel live.
As Jesu's messenger ?
2 The opposite extremes I see, --
Remissness and severity, --
And know not how to shun
The precipice on either hand,
While in the narrow path I stand,
And dread to venture on.
3 Shall I, through indolence supine,
Neglect, betray, my charge divine,
My delegated power ?
For Believers Liter ceding 441