A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-283 |
| Words | 376 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
And founded on a rock ;
All her promises are sure ;
Her bulwarks who can shock ?
Count her every precious shrine ;
Tell, to after-ages tell,
Fortified by power divine,
The church can never fail.
4 Sion's God is all our own,
Who on his love rely ;
We his pardoning love have known,
And live to Christ, and die :
To the New Jerusalem
He our faithful Guide shall be ;
Him we claim, and rest in him,
Through all eternity.
528 Hymns of Adoration.
" Te Deuni laudamus."
1 TNFINITE God, to Thee we raise
-■- Our hearts in solemn songs of praise ;
By all thy works on earth adored,
We worship Thee, the common Lord ;
The everlasting Father own,
And bow our souls before thy throne
2 Thee all the choir of angels sings,
The Lord of hosts, the King of kings ;
Cherubs proclaim thy praise aloud,
And Seraphs shout the triune God ,
And, " Holy, holy, holy," cry,
" Thy glory fills both earth and sky !"
3 God of the patriarchal race,
The ancient seers record thy praise ;
The goodly apostolic band
In highest joy and glory stand ;
And all the saints and prophets join
To' extol thy majesty divine.
4 Head of the martyrs' noble host,
Of thee they justly make their boast ;
The church to earth's remotest bounds,
Her heavenly Founder's praise resounds ;
And strives with those around the throne,
To hymn the mystic Three in One.
5 Father of endless majesty,
All might and love they render Thee ;
Thy true and only Son adore,
The same in dignity and power ;
And God the Holy Ghost declare,
The saints' eternal Comforter.
Hymns of Adoration. OJ>*)
1 ~\ /TESSIAH, joy of every heart,
IV J_ Thou, thou the King of glory art ;
The Father's everlasting Son,
Thee it delights thy church to own ;
For all our hopes on thee depend,
Whose glorious mercies never end.
2 Bent to redeem a sinful race,
Thou, Lord, with unexampled grace,
Into our lower world didst come,
And stoop to a poor virgin's womb ;
Whom all the heavens cannot contain,
Our God appear' d a child of man !