A Trio of Hymns (with audio)
1.) Christ, from Whom All Blessings Flow
Words: Charles Wesley, 1740 (1 Cor. 12:4-31; Gal. 3:27-28) Music: Adapt. from Orlando Gibbons, 1623
1. Christ, from whom all blessings flow, perfecting the saints below, hear us, who thy nature share, who thy mystic body are.
2. Join us, in one spirit join, let us still receive of thine; still for more on thee we call, thou who fillest all in all.
3. Move and actuate and guide, diverse gifts to each divide; placed according to thy will, let us all our work fulfill;
4. Never from thy service move, needful to each other prove; use the grace on each bestowed, tempered by the art of God.
5. Many are we now, and one, we who Jesus have put on; there is neither bond nor free, male nor female, Lord, in thee.
6. Love, like death, hath all destroyed, rendered all distinctions void; names and sects and parties fall; thou, O Christ, art all in all!
Charles Wesley
2.) Jesus, United by Thy Grace
Words: Charles Wesley, 1749 Music: Johann G. Nageli; arr. by Lowell Mason, 1845
1. Jesus, united by thy grace and each to each endeared, with confidence we seek thy face and know our prayer is heard.
2. Help us to help each other, Lord, each other’s cross to bear; let all their friendly aid afford, and feel each other’s care.
3. Up unto thee, our living Head, let us in all things grow; till thou hast made us free indeed and spotless here below.
4. Touched by the lodestone of thy love, let all our hearts agree, and ever toward each other move, and ever move toward thee.
5. To thee, inseparably joined, let all our spirits cleave; O may we all the loving mind that was in thee receive.
6. This is the bond of perfectness, thy spotless charity; O let us, still we pray, possess the mind that was in thee.
Isaac Watts
3.) AWAKE, MY ZEAL; AWAKE, MY LOVE
Words: Isaac Watts, Hymns and Sacred Songs, 1707-9, number 46.
Music: Brookfield, Thomas B. Southgate, 1855
(MIDI, score).
Awake, my zeal; awake, my love, To serve my Savior here below, In works which perfect saints above And holy angels cannot do.
Awake, my charity, to feed The hungry soul, and clothe the poor; In Heav’n are found no sons of need, There all these duties are no more.
Subdue thy passions, O my soul! Maintain the fight, thy work pursue, Daily thy rising sins control, And be thy vic’tries ever new.
The land of triumph lies on high, There are no foes t’encounter there; Lord, I would conquer till I die, And finish all the glorious war.
Let every flying hour confess I gain Thy Gospel fresh renown; And when my life and labors cease, May I possess the promised crown!
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