A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-361 |
| Words | 383 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
1 13RETHREN in Christ, and well-beloved,
-U To Jesus and his servants dear,
Enter, and show yourselves approved ;
Enter, and find that God is here.
2 Welcome from earth : lo, the right hand
Of fellowship to you we give !
With open hearts and hands we stand,
And you in Jesu's name receive.
3 Say, are your hearts resolved as ours ?
Then let them burn with sacred love ;
Then let them taste the heavenly powers,
Partakers of the joys above.
4 Jesu, attend, thyself reveal !
Are we not met in thy great name ?
Thee in the midst we wait to feel,
We wait to catch the spreading flame,
5 Thou God that answerest by fire,
The Spirit of burning now impart ;
And let the flames of pure desire
Rise from the altar of our heart.
6 Truly our fellowship below
With thee and with the Father is :
In thee eternal life we know,
And heaven's unutterable bliss.
7 In part we only know thee here,
But wait thy coming from above ;
And we shall then behold thee near,
And we shall all be lost in love
t>oU Miscellaneous Hymns.
HYMN 757. l. m.
Jl Morning Hymn.
1 A WAKE, my soul, and with the sua
-f~*- Thy daily stage of duty run :
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Redeem thy mis-spent moments past,
And live this day as if thy last ;
Thy talents to improve take care ;
For the great day thyself prepare.
3 Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear ;
For God's all-seeing eye surveys
Thy secret thoughts, thy words and ways.
4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels take thy part ;
Who all night long unwearied sing
High glory to the' eternal King.
5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below ;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host ;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
HYMN 758. jl. m.
jln Evening Hymn.
1 t^ LORY to thee, my God, this night,
^J For all the blessings of the light :
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath thine own almighty wings !