A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-272 |
| Words | 382 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
And wait his heaven to share :
He now is fitting up your home :
Go on ; -- we '11 meet you there .
CNot in the Editions published during the Life of
Mr. Wesley.)
On Divine Worship.
HYMN 540. l. m.
1 T3EFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
-U Ye nations bow with sacred joy ;
Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men ;
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray 'd,
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We '11 crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise ;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
4 Wide as the world is thy command ;
Vast as eternity thy love ;
Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
1 T ORD of the worlds above!
-*-- i How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of thy love,
Thy earthly temples, are !
To thine abode My heart aspires,
With warm desires To see my God.
O06 Additional Hymns.
2 O happy souls that pray
Where God delights to hear !
O happy men that pay
Their constant service there !
They praise thee still ; And happy they
Who love the way To Sion's hill !
3 They go from strength to strength,
Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each o'ercomes at length,
Till each in heaven appears :
0 glorious seat ! Thou God, our King,
Shalt thither bring Our willing feet.
4 God is our sun and shield,
Our light and our defence !
With gifts his hands are fill'd,
We draw our blessings thence :
He shall bestow Upon our race
His saving grace, And glory too.
5 The Lord his people loves ;
His hand no good withholds
From those his heart approves,
From holy, humble souls :
Thrice happy he, O Lord of Hosts,
Whose spirit trusts Alone in thee !
HYMN 542. 7's.
1 ORD and God of heavenly powers !
-I-- ' Theirs, -- yet, O ! benignly ours ;
Glorious King! let earth proclaim,
Worms attempt to chant thy name.