Wesley Corpus

A Collection of Hymns (1780)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1780
Passage IDcw-hymns-1780-276
Words395
Sourcehttps://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html
Christology Pneumatology
* 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. Additional Hymns. £)Jo 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 !