2. Hymn: And Can It Be

Hymn: And Can It Be

Author: Charles Wesley (1707-1788)

(Vocal)

(Music)

(Sheet Music)

1. And can it be that I should gain
    An interest in the Savior‵s blood?
    Died He for me, who caused His pain?
    For me, who Him to death pursued?
    Amazing love! how can it be
    That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

2. He left His Father‵s throne above,
    So free, so infinite His grace;
    Emptied Himself of all but love,
    And bled for Adam‵s helpless race;
    ‵Tis mercy all, immense and free;
    For, O my God, it found out me.

3. Long my imprisoned spirit lay
    Fast bound in sin and nature‵s night;
    Thine eye diffused a quick‵ning ray,
    I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
    My chains fell off, my heart was free;
    I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

4. No condemnation now I dread;
    Jesus, and all in Him is mine!
    Alive in Him, my living Head,
    And clothed in righteousness divine,
    Bold I approach th‵eternal throne,
    And claim the crown, thro‵ Christ my own.

7. Hymn: Forth In Thy Name, O Lord, I Go

Forth In Thy Name, O Lord, I Go

Author: Charles Wesley

Tune: SONG 34, by Orlando Gibbons

(Vocal)

1. Forth in Thy Name, O Lord, I go 

    My daily labor to pursue, 

    Thee, only Thee, resolved to know, 

    In all I think, or speak, or do.  

2. The task Thy wisdom hath assigned, 

    O let me cheerfully fulfil; 

    In all my works Thy presence find, 

    And prove Thy good and perfect will.  

3. Preserve me from my calling's snare, 

    And hide my simple heart above; 

    Above the thorns of choking care, 

    The gilded baits of worldly love.  

4. Thee may I set at my right hand, 

    Whose eyes mine inmost substance see, 

    And labor on at Thy command, 

    And offer all my works to Thee.  

5. Give me to bear Thy easy yoke, 

    And every moment watch and pray; 

    And still to things eternal look, 

    And hasten to Thy glorious day.

6. For Thee delightfully employ 

    Whate'er Thy bounteous grace hath given, 

    Would run my course with even joy 

    And closely walk with Thee to heaven.

1. Hymn: O Love Divine, How Sweet Thou Art

O Love Divine, How Sweet Thou Art

Author: Charles Wesley

1. O love divine, how sweet thou art!
    When shall I find my willing heart
    All taken up by thee?
    I thirst, I faint, I die to prove
    The greatness of redeeming love,
    The love of Christ to me.

2. Stronger His love than death or hell;
    Its reaches are unsearchable;
    The first-born sons of light
    Desire in vain its depths to see;
    They cannot reach the mystery
    The length, and breadth, and height.

3. God only knows the love of God;
    O that it now were shed abroad
    In this poor stony heart!
    For love I sigh, for love I pine;
    This only portion, Lord, be mine,
    Be mine this better part.

4. O that I could forever sit
    With Mary at the Master’s feet;
    Be this my happy choice;
    My only care, delight, and bliss,
    My joy, my heaven on earth, be this
    To hear the Bridegroom’s voice.

5. O that, with humbled Peter, I
    Could weep, believe, and thrice reply,
    My faithfulness to prove.
    Thou know’st, for all to Thee is known,
    Thou know’st, O Lord, and Thou alone,
    Thou know’st that Thee I love.

6. O that I could, with favored John,
    Recline my weary head upon
    The dear Redeemer’s breast!
    From care, and sin, and sorrow free,
    Give me, O Lord, to find in Thee
    My everlasting rest.

7. Thy only love do I require,
    Nothing on earth beneath desire,
    Nothing in Heaven above;
    Let earth, and Heaven, and all things go,
    Give me Thy only love to know,
    Give me only Thy love.

12. Hymn: Thou Hidden Source Of Calm Repose

Thou Hidden Source Of Calm Repose

Author: Charles Wesley

Tune: STELLA

(Vocal)

1. Thou hidden source of calm repose,
    Thou all-sufficient love divine,
    My help and refuge from my foes,
    Secure I am, if thou art mine:
    And lo! from sin, and grief, and shame
    I hide me, Jesus, in thy Name.

2. Thy mighty Name salvation is,
    And keeps my happy soul above;
    Comfort it brings, and pow'r, and peace,
    And joy, and everlasting love:
    To me, with thy dear Name are giv'n
    Pardon, and holiness, and heav'n.

3. Jesus, my all in all thou art;
    My rest in toil, my ease in pain,
    The medicine of my broken heart,
    In war my peace, in loss my gain,
    My smile beneath the tyrant's frown,
    In shame my glory and my crown.

4. In want my plentiful supply,
    In weakness my almighty pow'r,
    In bonds my perfect liberty,
    My light in Satan's darkest hour,
    My help and stay whene'er I call,
    My life in death, my heav'n, my all.

48. Hymn: At The Approach Of Temptation

At The Approach Of Temptation

Author: Charles Wesley

1. God of my life, whose gracious power     Through various deaths my soul hath led,     Or turn’d aside the fatal hour,     Or lifted up my sinking head;

2. In all my ways Thy hand I own,     Thy ruling providence I see:     O, help me still my course to run,     And still direct my paths to Thee.

3. On Thee my helpless soul is cast,     And looks again Thy grace to prove:     I call to mind the wonders past,     The countless wonders of Thy love.

4. Thou, Lord, my spirit oft hast stay’d,     Hast snatch’d me from the gaping tomb,     A monument of mercy made,     And rescued me from wrath to come.

5. Oft hath the sea confess’d Thy power,     And gave me back to Thy command:     It could not, Lord, my life devour,     Safe in the hollow of Thy hand.

6. Oft from the margin of the grave     Thou, Lord, hast lifted up my head:     Sudden I found Thee near to save;     The fever own’d Thy touch, and fled.

7. But, O the mightier work of grace,     That still the life of faith I live,     That still I pant to sing Thy praise,     That still my all I gasp to give!

8. Pluck’d from the roaring lion’s teeth,     Caught up from the eternal fire,     Snatch’d from the gates of hell, I breathe,     And, lo to heaven I still aspire!

9. Whither, O, whither should I fly,     But to my loving Saviour’s breast?     Secure within Thy arms to lie,     And safe beneath Thy wings to rest.

10. I see the fiery trial near;     But Thou, my God, art still the same:     Hell, earth, and sin I scorn to fear,     Divinely arm’d with Jesu’s Name.

11. I have no skill the snare to shun,     But Thou, O Christ, my wisdom art:     I ever into ruin run,     But Thou art greater than my heart.

12. I have no might to oppose the foe,     But everlasting strength is Thine.     Show me the way that I should go,     Show me the path I should decline.

13. Which shall I leave, and which pursue?     Thou only my Adviser be;     My God, I know not what to do;     But, O! mine eyes are fix’d on Thee!

14. Foolish, and impotent, and blind,     Lead me a way I have not known;     Bring me where I my heaven may find,     The heaven of loving Thee alone.

15. Enlarge my heart to make Thee room;     Enter, and in me ever stay:     The crooked then shall straight become.     The darkness shall be lost in day!

23. Hymn: Jesus, My Strength, My Hope

Jesus, My Strength, My Hope

by Charles Wesley

1. Jesus, my strength, my hope, 

    On thee I cast my care, 

    With humble confidence look up, 

    And know thou hear’st my prayer; 

    Give me on thee to wait, 

    Till I can all things do, 

    On thee, Almighty to create. 

    Almighty to renew.  

2. I want a sober mind, 

    A self-renouncing will, 

    That tramples down, and casts behind 

    The baits of pleasing ill. 

    A soul inur'd to pain, 

    To hardship, grief, and loss; 

    Bold to take up, firm to sustain, 

    The consecrated cross.  

3. I want a godly fear, 

    A quick-discerning eye, 

    That looks to thee when sin is near, 

    And bids the tempter fly; 

    A spirit still prepar'd, 

    And arm'd with jealous care, 

    For ever standing on its guard, 

    And watching unto prayer.  

4. I want a heart to pray, 

    To pray and never cease, 

    Never to murmur at thy stay 

    Or wish my suff'rings less. 

    This blessing, above all, 

    Always to pray I want, 

    Out of the deep on thee to call, 

    And never, never faint.  

5. I want a true regard, 

    A single, steady aim, 

    Unmov'd by threat'ning or reward, 

    To thee and thy great name; 

    A jealous just concern 

    For thine immortal praise: 

    A pure desire that all may learn, 

    And glorify thy grace.