2 Expand thy wings, Celestial Dove,
And brooding o'er my nature's night,
Call forth the rays of heav'nly love,
Let there in my dark soul be light,
And fill th' illustrated abyss

With glorious beams of endless bliss.

3 Let there be light (again command)
And light there in our hearts shall be,
We then through faith shall understand
Thy great mysterious Majesty,
And by the shining of thy grace
Behold in Christ thy glorious face."

HYMN CCCLXXXIII.

Divine Compassion; or, Mercy in the midst of Judgment. Gen. iii. 8.

C. WESLEY.

JOT on the whirlwind's wings He flies,

1 NOT

Not in the thunder's voice He speaks,

But that the fallen man may rise,

The Lord his ruin'd creature seeks;

2 Not in the burning blaze of day,
(For fury hath no place in him)
But placid as the evening ray
He comes, to sentence and redeem.

HYMN CCCLXXXIV.

For increasing Grace; or, for Victory over Sin.

Gen. iii. 15.

1 HEAVENLY principle within,

Shew thine enmity to sin,

Whom thou hast in us subdu'd,
Slay the serpent and his brood;

2 Crush the head he strives to hide,,
Subtle selfishness and pride,
Malice, spite, and cruelty,
All his works destroy in me.

3 Root them out of Adam's race,
Spread thy nature in their place,
Mary's, God's eternal Son,
Reign in all our hearts alone.

HYMN CCCLXXXV.

C. WESLEY.

Acquiescence in the Sufferings of Life, and in

1

the Sentence of Death.

1 Cor. xv. 56, 57.

MOST

Gen. iii. 17-19.

C. WESLEY.

[OST righteous God, my doom I bear,
My load of guilt, and pain, and care,
Inslav'd to base desires,

Hard toiling for imbitter'd bread,
I mourn my barren soul o'erspread
With cursed thorns and briars :

2 Death's sentence in myself receive,
And dust to dust already cleave,
Exil'd from Paradise,
Hastening to endless misery,
Jesus, if unredeem'd by thee,
My soul for ever dies.

3 But Jesus hath our sentence borne,
He did in our affliction mourn,
A man of sorrows made,
A servant and a curse for me;
He bears the utmost penalty,
He suffers in my stead.

4 I see him sweat great drops of blood,
I see him faint beneath the load!
The thorns his temples tear!

He bows his bleeding head and dies!
He lives! He mounts above the skies,
He claims my Eden there!

HYMN CCCLXXXVI.

Triumph in Immortality. Gen. iii. 19. 1 Cor.

1

I

xv. 57.

BOW me to my God's decree,
I own the sentence just,

(The sentence of mortality)

And dust return to dust.

C. WESLEY.

Yet quicken'd by the trumpet's sound

This dust again shall rise,

Beyond the old creations bound,

And shine above the skies.

HYMN CCCLXXXVH.

The Atonement and Righteousness of Christ. Gen. iii. 21. iv. 4.

C. WESLEY.

THOU slaughter'd Lamb of God,
From the world's foundation slain,

By thy sacrificial blood

Wash out all my guilty stain.

2 Cloath my spirit's nakedness

With a covering from above, Put me on my spotless dress, Wrap me up in heavenly love.

HYMN CCCLXXXVIII.

Eden, lost in Adam, and restored in Christ.
Gen. iii. 24.

C. WESLEY.

1 SPOIL'D of the bliss to Adam given
Out of my Maker's presence driven, ́
My fallen state I mourn;

But fondly sigh my Eden lost;
The flaming sword and angel-host
Prohibit my return.

2 A fallen, sinful child of man,
By innocence I seek in vain
That Eden to retrieve.

I cannot find the blissful place,
Or banish'd from Jehovah's face,
Behold my God, and live,

3 Then let me die to see my Lord!
I rush upon the flaming sword

Which doth the sinner slay:
But he who by thy justice dies
By this shut out of Paradise,
Shall find another way.

4 I find it now; most gracious God,
I enter boldly through the blood
Of my redeeming Lord,

By faith I see the bar remov'd,
I feel lost man again belov'd,
And Paradise restor❜d.

HYMN CCCLXXXIX.

Walking with God. Gen. v. 22. vi. 9. 2 Chron. xvii. 4.

C. WESLEY.

10THAT I might walk with God!

Jesus my companion be,

Lead me to thy blest abode,

Through the fire or through the sea.

2 Join'd to thee by humble love
Nothing I desire beside,

Only let me never move,
Never stir without my guide.