A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-302 |
| Words | 388 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
Dispel our darkness by thy light ;
Into all truth our spirit guide,
And from our eyes for ever hide
All things displeasing in thy sight.
6 Be heaven, even now, our souls' abode ;
Hid be our life with Christ in God ;
Our spirit, Lord, be one with thine :
Let all our works in thee be wrought,
And fill'd with thee be all our thought,
Till in us thy full likeness shine.
HYMN 611. 7's8r6's.
The Miracles of Christ.
1 FESUS, thee thy works proclaim
*J Omnipotently good ;
Moses thy forerunner came,
And mighty works he show'd :
Sufferings, 8,-c, of Christ. 563
Minister of wrath divine,
His wonders plagued the sinful race ■
Works of purest love are thine,
And miracles of grace.
2 All thy cures are mysteries,
And prove thy power to heal
Every sickness and disease
Which now our spirits feel :
Good Physician of mankind,
Thou wilt repeat thy sovereign word,
Chase the evils of our mind,
And speak our souls restored.
3 Who of other help despair,
And would thy word receive,
Us thou mak'st thy tend'rest care,
And kindly dost relieve :
Every soul -infirmity,
And plague of heart, thou dost remove ,
Heal'st whoe'er apply to thee,
With balm of bleeding love.
4 Still thou go'st about to teach,
And desperate souls to cure ;
Still thou dost the kingdom preach
Which always shall endure ;
Publishest the power of grace,
Which pardon and salvation brings,
Saves our fallen dying race,
And makes us priests and kings.
HYMN 612. l. m.
The same.
BEHOLD, the blind their sight receive ;
Behold, the dead awake and Jive :
The dumb speak wonders ; and the lame
Leap like the hart, and bless his name.
004: Incarnation,
2 Thus doth the' eternal Spirit own
And seal the mission of the Son ;
The Father vindieates his eause
While he hangs bleeding on the cross.
3 He dies ! the heavens in mourning stood ;
He rises, and appears our God !
Behold the Lord ascending high,
No more to bleed, no more to die.
4 Hence then for ever from my heart
I bid my doubts and fears depart ;
And to those hands my soul resign,
Which bear credentials so divine.
HYMN 613. c. m.
The Crucifixion.