A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-330 |
| Words | 396 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
V_T When storms of sharp distress invade ;
Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid !
2 Let mountains from their seats be huiTd
Down to the deep, and buried there, --
Convulsions shake the solid world, --
Our faith shall never yield to fear.
3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar ;
In sacred peace our souls abide ;
£>lo The Experience, §t.,
While every nation, every shore,
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.
4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God ;
Life, love, and joy still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode.
5 This sacred stream, thy vital word,
Thus all our raging fear controls :
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.
6 Sion enjoys her Monarch's love,
Secure against the threat'ning hour ;
Nor can her firm foundation move,
Built on His faithfulness and power.
HYMN 679. c. m.
Psalm xxiii.
1 A /TY Shepherd will supply my need,
-i-* J- Jehovah is his name ;
In pastures fresh he makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.
2 He brings my wandering spirit back,
When I forsake his ways ;
And leads me, for his mercy's sake,
In paths of truth and grace.
3 When I walk through the shades of death,
Thy presence is my stay :
A word of thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.
4 Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
Doth now my table spread :
My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head.
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5 The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days :
O may thine house be mine abode,
And all my work be praise !
HYMN 680. c. m.
" The greatest of these is Charity?
1 TTAPPY the heart where graces reign,
JL A Where love inspires the breast :
Love is the brightest of the train,
And perfects all the rest.
2 Knowledge, alas ! 'tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear :
Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there.
3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet
In swift obedience move :
The devils know, and tremble too ;
But Satan cannot love.
4 This is the grace that lives and sings,