A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-344 |
| Words | 392 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
2 How often, when his arm was bared,
Hath he our sinful Israel spared !
" Let me alone," his mercy cried,
And turn'd the vengeful bolt aside ;
Indulged another kind reprieve,
And strangely suffered us to live.
3 Merciful God, how shall we raise
Our hearts to pay thee all thy praise ?
Our hearts shall beat for thee alone ;
Our lives shall make thy goodness known ;
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Our souls and bodies shall be thine,
A living sacrifice divine.
HYMN 714. l. m.
" O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee for
ever "
1 t~^ OD of my life, through all my days,
^-^ My grateful powers shall sound thy praise;
My song shall wake with opening light,
And cheer the dark and silent night.
2 When anxious cares would break my rest,
And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.
3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,
And all the powers of language fail,
Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,
And mean the thanks I cannot speak.
4 But O when that last conflict's o'er,
And I am chain'd to earth no more,
With what glad accents shall 1 rise
To join the music of the skies !
5 Soon shall I learn the' exalted strains
Which echo through the heavenly plains ;
And emulate, with joy unknown,
The glowing seraphs round the throne.
(> The cheerful tribute will I give,
Long as a deathless soul shall live :
A work so sweet, a theme so high,
Demands and crowns eternity.
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HYMN 715. 6-8' s.
" Into thy hands I commend my spirit.'1
1 YESUS, was ever love like thine?
+* Thy life a scene of wonders is ;
Thy death itself is all divine,
While, pleased thy spirit to dismiss,
Thou dost out of the flesh retire,
And like the Prince of Life expire.
2 Thy death supports the dying saint :
Thy death my sovereign comfort be ;
While feeble flesh and nature faint,
Arm with thy mortal agony ;
And fill, while soul and body part,
With life, immortal life, my heart.
3 O let thy death's mysterious power,
With all its sacred weight, descend,
To consecrate my final hour,