John Wesley

“ Tremendous God, with humble fearFather, Lord of earth and heavenO thou faithful God of loveJesu, thou hast to hoary hairsJustly thou might'st, in helpless ageIn age and feebleness extremeWarned of my dissolution nearLord, it belongs not to my careDeathless principle, arise!Happy soul, thy days are endedMine hour appointed is at handThe hour of my departure's comeHappy who in Jesus liveThe saints who die of Christ possestI call, the world's Redeemer mineI know that my Redeemer lives, HeWhy do we mourn departing friendsAnd must this body die?My life's a shade, my daysGreat God! ”

“ Hail, Holy Ghost, Jehovah, ThirdBranch of Jesse’s stem, ariseSovereign of all the worlds on highCome, Holy Spirit, heavenly DoveCome, Holy Spirit, raise our songsCreator, Spirit, by whose aidJesus, we on the words dependWhy should the children of a kingEternal Spirit, comeFather, glorify thy Son Section IV.—Penitential Hymns. ”

“ Great God, thy watchful care we blessThou, who hast in Sion laidHow pleasant, how divinely fairFather of all, thy care we blessGod of eternal truth and loveHow large the promise, how divineLord of all, with pure intentSee Israel’s gentle Shepherd standThe Saviour, when to heaven he roseFather, live, by all things fear’dFather of mercies, in thy wordJesus, thy servants blessO God! ”

“ The Preachers will here find hymns adapted to various subjects on which they address the people; and our fine occasional hymns, which were seldom used, because not in the hands of the congregations generally, will be ready for festival occasions; and will be found in many instances adapted also, at least in some of their stanzas, to general use. As several of the hymns in this collection are selected from the papers of Mr. ”

“ Hark the herald-angels singGlory be to God on high, AndLet earth and heaven combineStupendous height of heavenly loveLight of those whose dreary dwellingCome, thou long-expected JesusTo us a child of royal birthO come, O come, ImmanuelChristians, awake, salute the happy mornO Saviour, whom this holy mornJesus, thee thy works proclaimLord we sit and cry to theeWhat means this eager, anxious throngHelp us, Lord! ”

“ O thou that hear’st when sinners cryHow sad our state by nature is!O thou who hast redeem’d of oldRegardless now of things belowO for a closer walk with GodInfinite Power, eternal LordLong have I sat beneath the soundFather, I stretch my hands to theeBy secret influence from aboveLong have I waited, Lord Section V.—The Experience and Privileges of Believers. ”

“ O day of mourning!The day of wrath, that dreadful dayThis is the field, the world belowLift your heads, ye friends of JesusCome, Desire of nations, come!There is a land of pure delightJerusalem, my happy home!Give me the wings of faith to riseWhere shall true believers goSweet place ”