Wesley Corpus

A Collection of Hymns (1780)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1780
Passage IDcw-hymns-1780-283
Words376
Sourcehttps://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html
Justifying Grace Primitive Christianity
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 !