A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-293 |
| Words | 396 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
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.