Wesley Corpus

A Collection of Hymns (1780)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1780
Passage IDcw-hymns-1780-251
Words399
Sourcehttps://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html
Justifying Grace Means of Grace Repentance
3 The modest and meek The earth shall possess : The kingdom who seek Of Jesus's grace, The power of his Spirit Shall joyfully own, And all things inherit, In virtue of one. HYMN 497. 4-6'* 8f 2-8'*. 1 /^OME, all whoe'er have set ^-^ Your faces Sion-ward, In Jesus let us meet, And praise our common Lord ; In Jesus let us still go on, Till all appear before his throne. 2 Nearer, and nearer still, We to our country come : To that celestial hill, The weary pilgrim's home, The New Jerusalem above, The seat of everlasting love. 3 The ransom'd sons of God, All earthly things we scorn ; And to our high abode With songs of praise return : From strength to strength we still proceed y With crowns of joy upon our head. For the Society giving Thanks. 465 4 The peace and joy of faith Each moment may we feel : Redeem'd from sin and wrath, From earth, and death, and hell, We to our Father's house repair, To meet our elder Brother there. 5 Our Brother, Saviour, Head, Our all in all, is he ; And in his steps who tread, We soon his face shall see ; Shall see him with our glorious friends, And then in heaven our journey ends. 1 /^OME, let us anew Our journey pursue, ^^ With vigour arise, And press to our permanent place in the skies. 2 Of heavenly birth, Though wand'ring on earth, This is not our place ; But strangers and pilgrims ourselves we confess. 3 At Jesus's call, We gave up our all ; And still we forego, For Jesus's sake, our enjoyments below. 4 No longing we find For the country behind ; But onward we move, And still we are seeking a country above : 5 A country of joy, Without any alloy, We thither repair : Our hearts and our treasure already are there. 6 We march hand in hand To Immanuel's land ; No matter what cheer We meet with on earth ; for eternity 's near. 4t)0 Far the Society giving Thanks. 7 The rougher our way, The shorter our stay ; The tempests that rise Shall gloriously hurry our souls to the skies. 8 The fiercer the blast, The sooner 'tis past ; The troubles that come, Shall come to our rescue, and hasten us home.