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| Re: | | This is part 2 of the same hymn as yesterday. It develops the theme of the Church and looks to its glorious consummation.
King of Saints, to whom are given All in earth, and all in heaven, Reconciled through Thee alone, Joined and gathered into one: Heirs of glory, sons of grace, Lo! to Thee our hopes we raise, Raise and fix our hopes on Thee, Full of immortality!
We with them to God are come, God who speaks the general doom: Jesus Christ, who stand between Angry heaven, and guilty men, Undertakes to buy our peace, Gives the covenant of grace; Ratifies and makes it good, Signs and seals it in His blood.
Life His healing blood imparts, Sprinkled on our peaceful hearts: Abels blood for vengeance cried, Jesus speaks us justified; Speaks, and calls for better things, Makes us prophets, priests, and kings; Asks that we with Him may reign: Earth and heaven say, Amen!
Be it unto angels known, By the church, what God hath done: Depths of love and wisdom see In a dying Deity! Gaze, ye first-born seraphs, gaze! Never can ye sound His grace: Lost in wonder, look no more; Fall, and silently adore.
Jesu, hear, and bow the skies; Hark! We all unite our cries: Take us to our heavenly home; Quickly let Thy kingdom come! Jesu, come, the Spirit cries; Jesu, come, the bride replies; One triumphant church above, Join us all in perfect love.
with a lovely Welsh tune to go with it; Aberystwyth (Parry)
If you're using Mozilla, right click 'Aberystwyth' above and choose 'open link in new tab' then you can see the words and hear the tune.
_________________ Ron Bailey
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| Re: | | YES! Keep these coming brother. I own an old methodist hymnal myself. Someone wrote in it the date 1862! Oh I wish more Christians had a love for these precious treasures! Keep them coming, keep them coming. |
| 2004/12/11 6:15 | | philologos Member
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| Re: | | We've had a thread on Sabbath for a few days. Here's little contribution from Charles Wesley; the remainder tomorrow...
part one
Lord, I believe a rest remains, To all Thy people known; A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, And Thou art loved alone:
A rest where all our souls desire Is fixed on things above; Where doubt, and pain, and fear expire; Cast out by perfect love:
A rest of lasting joy and peace, Where all is calm within: Tis then from our own works we cease, From pride, self-will, and sin.
Our life is hid with Christ in God; The agony is oer, We wrestle not with flesh and blood, We strive with sin no more.
From every evil motion freed, (The Son hath made us free,) On all the powers of hell we tread, In glorious liberty.
Safe in the way of life, above Death, earth, and hell we rise; We find, when perfected in love, Our long-sought paradise.
Within that Eden we retire, We rest in Jesus name: It guards us, as a wall of fire, And as a sword of flame.
O that I now the rest might know, Believe, and enter in! Now, Saviour, now the power bestow, And let me cease from sin.
Remove this hardness from my heart, This unbelief remove; To me the rest of faith import, The Sabbath of Thy love.
and a tune for those who like to sing... _________________ Ron Bailey
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| 2004/12/12 4:06 | Profile | philologos Member
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| Re: | | Here's the other half of that Wesley hymn of prayer for the Rest of God.
Part Two
I groan from pride to be set free, From wrath to be released: Take me, O take me into Thee, My everlasting Rest.
I would be Thine, Thou knowest I would, And have Thee all my own; Thee, O my all-sufficient Good, I want, and Thee alone.
Thy Name to me, Thy Nature grant; This, only this be given: Nothing beside my God I want, Nothing in earth or heaven.
Come. O my Saviour, come away, Into my soul descend; No longer from Thy creature stay, My Author and my End.
The bliss Thou hast for me prepared No longer be delayed; Come, my exceeding Great Reward, For whom I first was made.
Come, Father, Son and Holy Ghost, And seal me Thine abode; Let all I am in Thee be lost, Let all I am be God!
and a tune for those who like to sing... _________________ Ron Bailey
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| 2004/12/13 2:37 | Profile | philologos Member
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| Re: | | Here's my favourite example of a particular kind of Wesley hymn; exposition. In order to understand this hymn you will need read Isaiah 35; it's a relatively short chapter. Read it and then see how Wesley opens up this chapter by means of 10 glorious verses in personal application of its images and truths.
Heavenly Father, Sovereign Lord, Ever faithful to Thy word, Humbly we our seal set to, Testify that Thou are true. Lo! for us the wilds are glad, All in cheerful green arrayed; Opening sweets they all disclose, Bud and blossom as the rose.
Hark, the wastes have found a voice, Lonely deserts now rejoice, Gladsome hallelujahs sing, All around with praises ring. Lo! abundantly they bloom, Lebanon is hither come, Carmels stores the heavens dispence, Sharon fertile excellence.
See these barren souls of ours Bloom, and put forth fruits and flowers, Flowers of Eden, fruits of grace, Peace, and joy, and righteousness. We behold (the abjects we) Christ the incarnate Deity, Christ in Whom Thy glories shine, Excellence of strength Divine.
Ye that tremble at His frown, He shall lift your hands cast down; Christ who all your weakness sees, He shall prop your feeble knees. Ye of fearful hearts, be strong, Jesus will not tarry long; Fear not, lest His truth, should fail, Jesus is unchangeable.
God, your God, shall surely come, Quell your foes, and seal their doom; He shall come, and save you too: We, O Lord, have found Thee true. Blind we were, not now we see, Deaf, we hearken now to Thee, Dumb, for Thee our tongues employ, Lame, and, lo! we leap for joy!
Faint we were, and parched with drought, Water at Thy word gushed out; Streams of grace ours souls refresh, Starting from the wilderness. Still we gasp Thy grace to know; Here for ever let it flow, Make the thirst land a pool, Fix the Spirit in our soul.
Were the ancient dragon lay, Open for Thyself a way; There let holy tempers rise, All the fruits of paradise. Lead us in the way of peace, In the paths of righteousness, Never by the sinner trod, Till he feels the cleansing blood.
There the simple cannot stray; Babes, though blind, may find their way, Find, nor ever thence depart, Safe in lowliness of hear. Far from fear, from danger far, No devouring beast is there; There the humble walk secure, God hath made their footsteps sure.
Jesu, mighty to redeem, Let our lot be cast with them; Far from earth our souls remove, Ransomed by Thy dying love. Leave us not below to mourn; Fain we would to thee return, Crowned with righteousness arise Far above these nether skies.
Come, and all our sorrows chase, Wipe the tears from every face; Gladness let us now obtain, Partners of Thy endless reign. Death the latest foe, destroy; Sorrow then shall yield to joy, Gloomy grief shall flee away, Swallowed up in endless day.
We sing this to the tune called Maidstone _________________ Ron Bailey
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| 2004/12/14 3:11 | Profile | philologos Member
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| Re:oops double posted | | sorry posted this twice. _________________ Ron Bailey
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| 2004/12/15 2:53 | Profile | philologos Member
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| Re: | | I think it was Leonard Ravenhill who told the story of Isaac Watt's feelings about today's hymn. "I would gladly have foregone the privilege of writing all of my hymns" said Watts "to have written 'Come, O Thou Traveller Unknown'. It is another expositional hymn, taking the account of the Angel's wrestling with Jacob, Wesley pours into it his own experience and that of many. Many believe this to have been the greatest of Wesley's hymns. I think they may be right.
Charles Wesleys brother John quoted Isaac Watts as saying of this hymn, that single poem, Wrestling Jacob, was worth all the verses he himself had written. Shortly after Charles death, John tried to teach this hymn, but broke into tears when he reached the line, my company before is gone, and I am left alone with Thee.
Come, O thou Traveller unknown, Whom still I hold, but cannot see! My company before is gone, And I am left alone with Thee; With Thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle till the break of day.
I need not tell Thee who I am, My misery and sin declare; Thyself hast called me by my name, Look on Thy hands, and read it there; But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou? Tell me Thy name, and tell me now.
In vain Thou strugglest to get free, I never will unloose my hold! Art Thou the Man that died for me? The secret of Thy love unfold; Wrestling, I will not let Thee go, Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.
Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal Thy new, unutterable Name? Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell; To know it now resolved I am; Wrestling, I will not let Thee go, Till I Thy Name, Thy nature know.
Tis all in vain to hold Thy tongue Or touch the hollow of my thigh; Though every sinew be unstrung, Out of my arms Thou shalt not fly; Wrestling I will not let Thee go Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.
What though my shrinking flesh complain, And murmur to contend so long? I rise superior to my pain, When I am weak, then I am strong And when my all of strength shall fail, I shall with the God-man prevail.
Contented now upon my thigh I halt, till lifes short journey end; All helplessness, all weakness I On Thee alone for strength depend; Nor have I power from Thee to move: Thy nature, and Thy name is Love.
My strength is gone, my nature dies, I sink beneath Thy weighty hand, Faint to revive, and fall to rise; I fall, and yet by faith I stand; I stand and will not let Thee go Till I Thy Name, Thy nature know.
Yield to me now, for I am weak, But confident in self-despair; Speak to my heart, in blessings speak, Be conquered by my instant prayer; Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move, And tell me if Thy Name is Love.
Tis Love! tis Love! Thou diedst for me! I hear Thy whisper in my heart; The morning breaks, the shadows flee, Pure, universal love Thou art; To me, to all, Thy bowels move; Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
My prayer hath power with God; the grace Unspeakable I now receive; Through faith I see Thee face to face, I see Thee face to face, and live! In vain I have not wept and strove; Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
I know Thee, Savior, who Thou art. Jesus, the feeble sinners friend; Nor wilt Thou with the night depart. But stay and love me to the end, Thy mercies never shall remove; Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
The Sun of righteousness on me Hath rose with healing in His wings, Withered my natures strength; from Thee My soul its life and succor brings; My help is all laid up above; Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
Lame as I am, I take the prey, Hell, earth, and sin, with ease oercome; I leap for joy, pursue my way, And as a bounding hart fly home, Through all eternity to prove Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
We have our own tune to this hymn but 'Eisenach' fits it well. _________________ Ron Bailey
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| 2004/12/15 2:58 | Profile | philologos Member
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| Re: | | Psalm 45 is entitled "a song of loves". The first half is a love song to the Bridegroom and the second half is a love song to the Bride. Charles Wesley expounded the psalm in a wonderful two-part hymn; My heart is full of Christ...
Part One
My heart is full of Christ, and longs Its glorious matter to declare! Of Him I make my loftiest songs, I cannot from His praise forbear; My ready tongue makes haste to sing The beauties of my heavenly King.
Fairer than all the earth-born race, Perfect in comeliness Thou art; Replenished are Thy lips with grace, And full of love Thy tender heart: God ever blessed, we bow the knee, And own all fullness dwells in Thee.
Gird on Thy thigh the Spirits sword, And take to Thee Thy power divine; Stir up Thy strength, almighty Lord, All power and majesty are Thine: Assert Thy worship and renown; O all redeeming God, come down!
Come, and maintain Thy righteous cause, And let Thy glorious toil succeed; Dispread the victory of Thy cross, Ride on, and prosper in Thy deed; Through earth triumphantly ride on, And reign in every heart alone.
Sharp are the arrows of Thy love, And pierce the most obdurate heart: Their point Thine enemies shall prove, And strangely filled with pleasing smart, Fall down before the cross subdued, And feel Thine arrows dipped in blood.
Lover Thou art of purity, And hatest every spot of sin; Nothing profane can dwell with Thee, Nothing unholy or unclean: And therefore doth Thy Father own His glorious likeness in His Son.
Therefore He hath His Spirit shed, Spirit of joy, and power, and grace, Immeasurably on Thy head; First-born of all the chosen race, From Thee the sacred unction springs That makes Thy fellows priests and kings.
We usually sing this to the tune Carey _________________ Ron Bailey
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| 2004/12/16 2:41 | Profile | philologos Member
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| Re: | | This is [b]Part Two[/b] pf Wesley's exposition of Psalm 45. His subject is the Bride; the Glorious Church. Be sure to read Psalm 45 before you sing the hymn.
Part Two Thy heavenly charms the virgins move, And bow them to Thy pleasing sway; They triumph in Thy princely love, Thy will with all their hearts obey; Revere Thine honourable word, The glorious handmaids of the Lord.
High above all, at Thy right hand, Adorned with each diviner grace, Thy favourite queen exults to stand, Thy church her heavenly charms displays, Clothed with the sun, for glory meet, She sees the moon beneath her feet.
Daughter of heaven, though born on earth, Incline thy willing heart and ear; Forget thy first ignoble birth, Thy people, and thy kinsfolk here; So shall the King delight to see His beauties copied out on thee.
Are not His servants kings? And rule They not oer hell, and earth, and sin? His daughter is divinely full Of Christ, and glorious all within; All glorious inwardly she reigns, And not one spot of sin remains.
Clothed with humility and love, With every dazzling virtue bright, With faith which God vouchsafes to approve, Precious in her great Fathers sight, The royal maid with joy shall come, Triumphant, to her heavenly home.
Brought by His sweet attracting grace, She first shall in His sight appear In holiness before His face, Made perfect with her fellows here: Spotless and pure, a virgin train, They all shall in His palace reign.
In lieu of seers and patriarchs old, Of whom she once did make her boast, The virgin-mother shall behold Her numerous sons a princely host, Installed oer all the earth abroad, Anointed kings and priests to God.
We usually sing this to the tune Carey _________________ Ron Bailey
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| 2004/12/17 3:12 | Profile | philologos Member
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| Re: | | During the last two days we read Wesley's exposition of Solomon's Marriage Song, now we can turn to earthly marriages. Wesley wrote many hymns for specific occasions. Today's is a marriage hymn. Opportunities for singing this might be thought to be rare, but we sing it often as a prayer for the fellowship of the saints in the church below.
[i]How about that 5th verse as a motto for the SermonIndex family?[/i]
Thou God of truth and love, We seek Thy perfect way, Ready Thy choice to approve, Thy providence to obey, Enter into Thy wise design, And sweetly lose our will in Thine.
Why hast Thou cast our lot In the same age and place, Or why together brought To see each others face, To join with softest sympathy, And mix our friendly souls in Thee?
Didst Thou not make us one That both might one remain, Together travel on, And bear each others pain, Till both Thine utmost goodness prove And rise renewed in perfect love?
Surely Thou didst unite Our kindred spirits here That both hereafter might Before Thy throne appear, Meet at the marriage of the Lamb, And all Thy glorious love proclaim.
[i]Then let us ever bear The blessed end in view, And join with mutual care To fight our passage through, And kindly help each other on Till both receive the starry crown.[/i]
O might Thy Spirit seal Our souls unto that day, With all Thy fulness fill, And then transport away, Away to our eternal rest, Away to our Redeemers breast.
We sing this to our own tune but it goes well with Christ Church
_________________ Ron Bailey
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