A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-277 |
| Words | 385 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
5 Weep o'er your desire and hope,
With tears of humblest love :
Sing, for Jesus is gone up,
And reigns enthroned above :
Lives our Head, to die no more;
Power is all to Jesus given, --
Worshipp'd, as he was before,
The' Immortal King of Heaven
6 Lord, we bless thee for thy grace
And truth, which never fail :
Hastening to behold thy face,
Without a dimming veil,
We shall see our heavenly King,
All thy glorious love proclaim ;
Help the angel -choirs to sing
The dear triumphant Lamb-
Additional Hymns. 515
HYMN 553. l. m.
On the Resurrection of Christ.
1 T TE dies ! the Friend of sinners dies !
JL A Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around !
A solemn darkness veils the skies ;
A sudden trembling shakes the ground :
Come, saints, and drop a tear or two
On the dear bosom of vour God :
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood.
2 Here 's love and grief beyond degree ;
The Lord of glory dies for man !
But, lo! what sudden joys I see!
Jesus, the dead, revives again !
The rising God forsakes the tomb ;
The tomb in vain forbids his rise !
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies !
3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high your great Deliverer reigns ;
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the monster death in chains.
Say, " Live for ever, wondrous King!
Born to redeem, and strong to save ! "
Then ask the monster, " Where 's thy sting ?"
And, "Where 's thy victory, boasting grave ?"
HYMN 554. l. m.
On the Ascension of Christ.
1 /^VUR Lord is risen from the dead ;
^^ Our Jesus is gone up on high !
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky ;
There his triumphant chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay :
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates ;
Ye everlasting doors, give way !
OlO Additional Hymns.
2 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the' ethereal scene ;
He claims these mansions as his right ;