Wesley Corpus

A Collection of Hymns (1780)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1780
Passage IDcw-hymns-1780-345
Words393
Sourcehttps://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html
Repentance
To bless me with thy peaceful end : And, breathed into the hands divine, My spirit be received with thine ! HYMN 716. c. m. " Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord." 1 TTEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims, -*■ -*- For all the pious dead ! Sweet is the savour of their names, And soft their dying bed. 2 They die in Jesus, and are blest : How calm their slumbers are ! From sufferings and from woes released, And freed from every snare : 3 Till that illustrious morning come, When all thy saints shall rise, And, deck'd in full immortal bloom, Attend thee to the skies. 648 Time, Death, and 4 Their tongues, great Prince of Life, shall join With their recover' d breath, And all the' immortal host ascribe Their victory to thy death. HYMN 717. l. m. " It is appointed unto men once to die." 1 HHREMENDOUS God, with humble fear A Prostrate before thy awful throne, The' irrevocable word we hear, The sovereign righteousness we own. 2 'Tis fit we should to dust return, Since such the will of the Most High; In sin conceived, to trouble born, Born only to lament and die. 3 Submissive to thy just decree, We all shall soon from earth remove But when thou sendest, Lord, for me, O let the messenger be love ! 4 Whisper thy love into my heart, Warn me of my approaching end ; And then I joyfully depart, And then I to thy arms ascend. HYMN 7 18. 6-8's. " / know that my Redeemer liveth* I T CALL the world's Redeemer mine ; *- He lives who died for me, I know ; Who bought my soul with blood divine Jesus, shall re-appear below, Stand in that dreadful day unknown, And fix on earth his heavenlv throne the future State. 649 2 Then the last judgment day shall come; And though the worms this skin devour, The Judge shall call me from the tomb, Shall bid the greedy grave restore, And raise this individual me, God in the flesh, my God, to see 3 In this identic body I, With eyes of flesh refined, restored, Shall see that self-same Saviour nigh, See for myself my smiling Lord, See with ineffable delight ; Nor faint to bear the glorious sight.