Wesley Corpus

A Collection of Hymns (1780)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1780
Passage IDcw-hymns-1780-313
Words396
Sourcehttps://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html
Christology
The universal Lord, By whose almighty word Creation rose in form complete. 2 A servant's form he wore, And in his body bore Our dreadful curse on Calvary : He like a victim stood, And pour'd his sacred blood, To set the guilty captives free. 3 But soon the Victor rose Triumphant o'er his foes, And led the vanquish'd host in chains He threw their empire down, His foes compell'd to own, O'er all the great Messiah reigns. Oo4 Incarnation, 4 With mercy's mildest grace, He governs all our race In wisdom, righteousness, and love : Who to Messiah fly Shall find redemption nigh, And all his great salvation prove. 5 Hail, Saviour, Prince of Peace ! Thy kingdom shall increase, Till all the world thy glory see , And righteousness abound, As the great deep profound, And fill the earth with purity ! HYMN 638. p. m. 1 JERUSALEM divine, ** When shall I call thee mine ? And to thy holy hill attain, Where weary pilgrims rest, And in thy glories blest, With God Messiah ever reign ? 2 There saints and angels join In fellowship divine, And rapture swells the solemn lay : While all with one accord Adore their glorious Lord, And shout his praise in endless day. 3 May I but find the grace To fill an humble place In that inheritance above ; My tuneful voice I '11 raise In songs of loudest praise, To spread thy fame. Redeeming Love! Sufferings, §-c, of Christ. 5S& 4 Reign, true Messiah, reign ! Thy kingdom shall remain When stars and sun no more shall shine. Mysterious Deity, Who ne'er began to be, To sound thy endless praise be mine ! HYMN 639. 6-8's. The same. 1 TV/TY heart is full of Christ, and longs -!▼-!- Its glorious matter to declare ! Of him I make my loftier songs, I cannot from his praise forbear ; My ready tongue makes haste to sing The glories of my heavenly King. 2 Fairer than all the earth-born race, Perfect in comeliness thou art ; Replenish'd are thy lips with grace, And full of love thy tender heart : God ever blest ! we bow the knee, And own all fulness dwells in Thee. 3 Gird on thy thigh the Spirit's sword, And take to thee thy power divine ; Stir up thy strength, almighty Lord,