Wesley Corpus

A Collection of Hymns (1780)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1780
Passage IDcw-hymns-1780-342
Words400
Sourcehttps://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html
Primitive Christianity Sanctifying Grace
2 Now then the ceaseless shower Of gospel blessings send, And let the soul-converting power Thy ministers attend. On multitudes confer The heart-renewing love, And by the joy of grace prepare For fuller joys above. " Spare it yet another year." I HP HE Lord of earth and sky, A The God of ages, praise ; 1)4^ Time, Death, and Who reigns enthroned on high, Ancient of endless days ; Who lengthens out our trial here. And spares us yet another year. 2 Barren and wither' d trees, We cumber' d long the ground ; No fruits of holiness On our dead souls were found ; Yet doth he us in mercy spare Another and another year. 3 When justice bared the sword, To cut the fig-tree down, The pity of our Lord Cried, " Let it still alone ;" The Father mild inclines his ear, And spares us yet another year. 4 Jesus, thy speaking blood From God obtain'd the grace, Who therefore hath bestow'd On us a longer space ; Thou didst in our behalf appear, And, lo, we see another year ! 5 Then dig about our root, Break up the fallow ground, And let our gracious fruit To thy great praise abound : 0 let us all thy praise declare, And fruit unto perfection bear ! HYMN 710. c. m. The barren Fig-tree. 1 ET me alone another year, -" In honour of thy Son, Who doth my Advocate appear, Before thy gracious throne the future State. 643 Thou hast vouchsafed a longer space, And spared the barren tree, Because for me my Saviour prays, And pleads his death for me. 2 Time to repent thou dost bestow ; But O the power impart, And let my eyes with tears o'erflow, And break my stubborn heart ! To-day, while it is call'd to-day, The hindering thing remove ; And, lo, I now begin to pray And wrestle for thy love. 3 I now from all my sins would turn To my atoning God ; And look on Him I pierced, and mourn, And feel the sprinkled blood : Would nail my passions to the cross, Where my Redeemer died ; And all things count but dung and loss, For Jesus crucified. 4 Giver of penitential pain, Before thy cross I lie, In grief determined to remain, Till thou thy blood apply. Forgiveness on my conscience seal,