4 Midst power that knows no limit, And wisdom without bound, The beatific vision Shall gladden saints around: There God, my King and Portion, In fulness of His grace, Shall we behold for ever, And worship face to face. 5 They stand, those halls of Sion, Are decked in glorious sheen. 6 There is the throne of David; And there, from toil released, The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast: And they, beneath their Leader, Who conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white. 7 Jerusalem, the glorious, The joy of the elect, O! dear and future vision That eager hearts expect; E'en now by faith I see thee, E'en now thy walls discern, To thee my thoughts are kindled, And strive and pant and yearn. 8 And, now, we fight the battle, And, then, we wear the crown Of full, and everlasting, And passionless renown. O land that seest no sorrow! From the Latin of BERNARD OF CLUNY. 1 Mine eyes their vigils keep'; thee, O dear, dear country, For very love, beholding The happy name, they weep. 2 O one, O only mansion, O Paradise of joy, Where tears are ever banished, And joys have no alloy! Thy ageless walls are radiant With precious stones unpriced; The saints build up its fabric; The corner-stone is Christ. 3 I know not-O, I known not What social joys are there, What radiancy of glory, What light beyond compare! And when I fain would sing them, My spirit fails and faints, And vainly would it image C. WESLEY. 1 WHEN shall we sweetly remove! The mother of spirits distrest! 2 Not all the archangels can tell 3 Thou know'st, in the spirit of prayer, HE Church in her militant state Is weary, and cannot forbear; le saints in an agony wait To see Him again in the air. e Spirit invites, in the Bride, Her heavenly Lord to descend, id place her, enthroned at His side, In glory that never shall end. ne news of His coming I hear, TERRIBLE thought!_shall J alone, While all my old companions dear, Shall I,-amidst a ghastly band,- Ah, no:-I still may turn and live, 5 I will accept His offers now, WATTS. 1 MyDamnation and the dead: Y thoughts on awful subjects roll; What horrors seize the guilty soul 2 Lingering about these mortal shores, She makes a long delay, Till, like a flood with rapid force, 3 Then swift and dreadful she descends, 4 There endless crowds of sinners lie, 5 Not all their anguish and their blood 6 Amazing grace, that kept my breath, Nor bid my soul remove, Till I had learned my Saviour's death, 1 DEPENT, the Voice celestial cries, For he who scorns the mandate, dies, 2 No more the sovereign eye of God, 3 Together in His presence bow, 4 Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound, For mercy knows the appointed bound, 5 Amazing Love,-that yet will call, In the large Hymn-Book, 1780, Mr. Wesley closed his INTRODUCTORY HYMNS with a few entitled, Praying for a Blessing. These may be found, with similar Hymns, (Nos. 51-66,) in the Section on DIVINE WORSHIP. 485 1 Praying for Repentance. FATHE L.M. 6 lines. C. WESLEY. 2 Since by Thy light myself I see 5 Ah! give me, Lord, myself to feel; Ah! give me, Lord, (I still would say,) 1 L.M. 0. WESLEY. JESUS, my great High Priest above, My Friend before the Throne of Love; 2 Fain would I know my utmost ill, 3 Jesu! my heart's desire obtain; 4 O Sovereign Love, to Thee I cry; C. WESLEY. 1 8s & 78. LIVER of unfeigned repentance GUnto us Thy blessing give, That we may the mortal sentence May from every sin depart, Rendering Thee a broken heart. 2 Let Thy dying love constrain us, 8 From the pit of condemnation, Show the open fountain nigh, Show Thyself our bleeding Jesus, All our sufferings to remove, With Thy pardoning mercy bless us Bless us with Thy perfect love. L, seek Thy wandering sheep, I say, by grace restored, w, Thou know'st I love Thee, Lord!" ht I in Thy sight appear, s the Publican distrest; ad, not daring to draw near, nite on my unworthy breast, member me for good, assing through the mortal vale; Then my strength and spirit fail; 0 0 S.M. THAT I could revere 0. WESLEY. My much-offended God! that I could but stand in fear Of Thy afflicting rod! If mercy cannot draw, Thou by Thy threatenings move; nd keep an abject soul in awe, Show me the naked sword, Thou great, tremendous God, The grace be now on me bestowed, The stony heart remove; ind melt, at last, O melt me down, Into the mould of Love! C. WESLEY. 1 2 8 4 O that I could believe! 492 Thou by Thy voice the marble rent, Strike with the hammer of Thy word, Saviour, and Prince of Peace, Grant me my sins to feel, And then the load remove; Wound, and pour in my wounds to heal, The balm of pardoning love. For Thy own mercy's sake, And into Thy protection take Stand by my feeble soul, And screen me from my nature's power, Till Thou hast made me whole. This is Thy will, I know, That I should holy be, Should let my sin this moment go, This moment turn to Thee: O might I now embrace Thy all-sufficient power; And never more to sin give place, And never grieve Thee more! C. WESLEY. 1 2 8 4 7s & 6s. ESUS, let Thy pitying eye 493 JECan'back a wandering sheep! False to Thee, like Peter, I Would fain, like Peter, weep: Let me be by grace restored, On me be all long-suffering shown! Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. Saviour, Prince, enthroned above, Repentance to impart, Give me, through Thy dying love, The humble, contrite heart: And wash me white as snow: Drop from Thy gracious eye: 113 5 G 7 8 Look, as when Thine eye pursued And bade him rise again: Look, as when Thy pity saw Thine own, in a strange land, Forced to' obey the tyrant's law, And feel his heavy hand: Speak the soul-redeeming word, And out of Egypt call Thy son: Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. Look, as when Thy grace beheld Dried her tears, her pardon seale And bade her go in peace: Vile, like her, and self-abhorred, I at Thy feet for mercy groan: Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. Look, as when Thy languid eye Was closed, that we might live! "Father," (at the point to die, My Saviour gasped,) "forgive!" Surely, with that dying word, He turns, and looks, and cries, ""Tis done!" 1 TN Thy state of exaltation, Bid Thy pardoned rebel live. 2 Author of our sure salvation, Author of our faith Thou art, Call me out of condemnation, Sprinkle with Thy blood my heart. Give the faith that moves the mountain, Lead me through that open fountain THOU that hear'st when sinners cry, Behold me not with angry look, 2 Create my nature pure within, 3 I cannot live without Thy light, 4 Though I have grieved Thy Spirit, Lo J. or C. WESLEY. 1 2 3 S.M. JESUS, my Lord, attend Thy feeble creature's cry And show Thyself the sinner's friend My struggling soul release, And to Thy Father's grace restore, Thy blood and righteousness My present and eternal peace From Thee their Fountain flow, And all who know that love of Thine The joy of angels know. O then impute, impart To me Thy righteousness, And let me taste how good Thou art And justified by faith to live, C. WESLEY. 1 2 CONFESSION :-Wretched, and poor, s blind, and naked. WRETCHED, helpless, and distre Ah! whither shall I fly? Ever gasping after rest, I cannot find it nigh: Naked, sick, and poor, and blind, I am all unclean, unclean, My whole heart is sick of sin, Of bruises, and of wounds, my soul And gasps to be made whole. |