A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-331 |
| Words | 390 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
When faith and hope shall cease ;
'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In the sweet realms of bliss.
5 Before we quite forsake our clay,
Or leave this dark abode,
The wings of love bear us away
To see our gracious God.
HYMN 681. T* & 6"s.
J* / determined to know nothing, save Christ, and
him crucified."
] T 7AIN, delusive world, adieu,
V With all of creature-good !
Only Jesus I pursue,
Who bought me with his blood ■
020 The Experience, fyc.,
All thy pleasures I forego,
I trample on thy wealth and pride
Only Jesus will 1 know,
And Jesus crucified.
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Other knowledge I disdain,
'Tis all hut vanity :
Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain,
He tasted death for me.
Me to save from endless woe,
The sin-atoning Victim died :
Only Jesus will 1 know,
And Jesus crucified.
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Turning to my rest again,
The Saviour I adore;
He relieves my grief and pain,
And bids me weep no more.
Rivers of salvation How
From out his head, his hands, his side :
Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucified.
Here will I set up my rest,
My fluctuating heart
From the haven of his breast
Shall never more depart.
Whither should a sinner go?
His wounds for me stand open wide :
Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucified.
HYMN 682. l. m.
Trust in Christ.
f\ JESUS, full of truth and grace,
^^ O all-atoning Lamb of God,
I wait to see thy glorious face,
I seek redemption through thy blood
of Believers. ()!2i
2 Now in thy strength I strive with thee,
My Friend and Advocate with God ;
Give me the glorious liberty,
Grant me the purchase of thy blood.
3 Thou art the anchor of my hope,
The faithful promise I receive ;
Surely thy death shall raise me up,
For thou hast died that I might live.
4 Satan, with all his arts, no more
Me from the gospel hope shall move ;
I shall receive the gracious power,
And find the pearl of perfect love.
5 Though nature gives my God the lie,
I all his truth and grace shall know ;
I shall, the helpless creature I
Shall perfect holiness below.
6 My flesh, which cries, " It cannot be,'*