A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-316 |
| Words | 390 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
The knowledge of thyself impart ;
Our ear, our inmost soul we bow :
Speak, Lord, thy servants hearken now.
HYMN 644. Vs §• 6>s.
Christ's Intercession.
COMING through our great High-Priest,
We find a pard'ning God :
Jesu's Spirit in our breast
Bears witness with the blood,
3J\) Incarnation,
Speaks our Father pacified
Toward every soul that Christ receives i
Tells us, once our Surety died,
And now for ever lives.
2 Christ for ever lives to pray
For all that trust in him ;
J my soul on Jesus stay,
Almighty to redeem :
He shall purify my heart,
Who in his blood forgiveness have,
All his hallowing power exert,
And to the utmost save.
3 Basis of our steadfast hope,
Saviour, thy ceaseless prayer
Sanctifies and lifts us up
To meet thee in the air :
Yes, thine interceding grace
Preserves us every moment thine,
Till we rise to see thy face,
And share the throne divine.
HYMN 645. 4-6's §• 2-8'*.
The Year of Jubilee.
T3LOW ye the trumpet, blow
*** The gladly solemn sound :
Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound,
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom' d sinners, home.
Jesus, our great High-Priest,
Hath full atonement made :
Ye weary spirits, rest ;
Ye mournful souls, be glad ;
The year, &c
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3 Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb ;
Redemption through his blood
Throughout the world proclaim i
The year, &c.
4 Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive ;
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live :
The year, &c.
5 Ye who have sold for nought
Your heritage above,
Receive it back unbought,
The gift of Jesu's love :
The year, &c.
(5 The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of heavenly grace ;
And, saved from earth, appear
Before your Saviour's face :
The year, &c.
HYMN 646. c. m.
Christ's Compassion for the Tempted.
1 VJI7TTH joy we meditate the grace
' * Of our High -Priest above ;
His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels yearn with love.
2 Touch'd with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame ;
He knows what sore temptations mean
For he hath felt the same.
3 He in the days of feeble flesh