A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-276 |
| Words | 395 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
* While thus thy precious death we show
Once offer'd up, a spotless Lamb,
In thy great temple here below,
Thou didst for all mankind atone,
And standest now before the throne.
2 Thou standest in the holy place,
As now for guilty sinners slain ;
The blood of sprinkling speaks, and prays,
All prevalent for helpless man ;
Thy blood is still our ransom found,
And speaks salvation all around.
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The smoke of thy atonement here
Darken'd the sun, and rent the veil,
Made the new way to heaven appear,
And show'd the great Invisible :
Well pleased in thee, our God look'd down,
And calls his rebels to a crown.
He still respects thy Sacrifice ;
Its savour sweet does always please ;
The Offering smokes through earth and skies,
Diffusing life, and joy, and peace ;
To these, thy lower courts, it comes,
And fills them with divine perfumes.
We need not now go up to heaven,
To bring the long-sought Saviour down ;
Thou art to all already given,
Thou dost even now thy banquet crown
To every faithful soul appear,
And show thy real presence here !
HYMN 552. J's §■ 6's.
1 TESUS drinks the bitter cup,
J The wine-press treads alone ;
Tears the graves and mountains up,
By his expiring groan ;
Lo ! the powers of heaven he shakes ;
Nature in convulsions lies ;
Earth's profoundest centre quakes :
The great Jehovah dies !
2 Dies the glorious cause of all !
The true eternal Pan
Falls, to raise us from our fall,
To ransom sinful man !
Well may Sol withdraw his light,
With the Sufferer sympathize,
Leave the world in sudden night.
While the Creator dies !
514 Additional Hymns.
3 Well may heaven be clothed in black,
And solemn sackcloth wear,
Jesu's agonies partake,
The hour of darkness share :
Mourn the' astonish'd hosts above ;
Silence saddens all the skies ;
Kindler of seraphic love,
The God of Angels dies !
4 O my God, he dies for me,
I feel the mortal smart !
See him hanging on the tree, --
A sight that breaks my heart !
O that all to thee might turn !
Sinners, ye may love him too :
Look on him ye pierced, and mourn
For one who bled for you !