Wesley Corpus

A Collection of Hymns (1780)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1780
Passage IDcw-hymns-1780-293
Words396
Sourcehttps://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html
Works of Mercy
Thou hear'st thy children cry ; And their best wishes to fulfil, Thy grace is ever nigh. 5 Thy mercy never shall remove From men of heart sincere ; Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love Is join'd with holy fear. 6 My lips shall dwell upon thy praise, And spread thy fame abroad : Let all the sons of Adam raise The honours of their God ! HYMN 588. p. m. God our Trust. THIS, this is the God we adore, Our faithful, unchangeable Friend ; Whose love is as great as his power, And neither knows measure nor end. 'Tis Jesus, the First and the Last, Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home ; We '11 praise him for all that is past, And trust him for all that 's to come. HYMN 589. c. m. 4 All these wait upon thee, and thou givest them their meat in due season. " 1 O WEET is the memory of thy grace, ^ My God, my heavenly King : 04b Hymns of Adoration. Let age to age thy righteousness In sounds of glory sing. 2 God reigns on high, but not confines, His bounty to the skies : Through the whole earth his goodness shines, And every want supplies. 3 With longing eyes the creatures wait On thee, for daily food ; Thy liberal hand provides them meat, And fills their mouths with good. 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord ! How slow thine anger moves ! But soon he sends his pard'ning word, To cheer the souls he loves. 5 Creatures, with all their endless race, Thy power and praise proclaim ; But we, who taste thy richer grace, Delight to bless thy name. HYMN 590. cm. The Omniscience of God. 1 TN all my vast concerns with thee, ** In vain my soul would try To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee The notice of thine eye. 2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, The secrets of my breast. 3 My thoughts lie open to thee, Lord, Before they're form'd within ; And, ere my lips pronounce the word, Thou know'st the sense I mean. Hymns of Adoration. 547 4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high ! Where can a creature hide ? Within thy circling arms I lie, Beset on £very side.