A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-251 |
| Words | 399 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
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.