Wesley Corpus

A Collection of Hymns (1780)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1780
Passage IDcw-hymns-1780-344
Words392
Sourcehttps://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html
Repentance
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 ; 646 Tune, Death, and 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. the future State. 647 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,