Charles Wesley Quotes - Page 2

Rejoice, the Lord is King! Your Lord and King adore; Mortals, give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore: Lift up your heart, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again, I say rejoice.

Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child; Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to thee.

The wisdom coming from above, the faith that sweetly works by love.

Expand Thy wings, celestial Dove, brood o'er our nature's night; on our disordered spirits move, and let there now be light.

God is gone up on high with a triumphant noise.

Christ, by highest heaven adored. Christ, the everlasting Lord, Late in time behold Him come, Offspring of a virgin's womb. Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, Hail the incarnate Deity! Pleased as Man with man to dwell; Jesus, our Immanuel!

I feel a strong immortal hope, which bears my mournful spirit up beneath its mountain load; redeemed from death, and grief, and pain, I soon shall find my [child] again within the arms of God.

Joyful, all ye nations, rise. Join the triumph of the skies. With angelic hosts proclaim "Christ is born in Bethlehem!

Let us unite the two so long divided, knowledge and vital piety.

Christ the Lord is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say. Raise your joys and triumphs high; Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply.

Hail the day that sees Him rise, Ravished from our wistful eyes! Christ, awhile to mortals given, Re-ascends His native heaven. There the glorious triumph waits, Lift your heads, eternal gates! Wide unfold the radiant scene, Take the King of glory in!

Lo! on a narrow neck of land, 'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand. Secure, insensible.

When summoned hence to thine eternal sleep, Oh, may'st thou smile while all around thee weep.

HARK how all the Welkin rings "Glory to the Kings of Kings, "Peace on Earth, and Mercy mild, "GOD and Sinners reconcil'd! Joyful all ye Nations rise, Join the Triumph of the Skies, Universal Nature say "CHRIST the LORD is born to Day!

One family--we dwell in Him, One church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream of death.

... me He now delights to spare.

Lo! He comes with clouds descending, Once for favoured sinners slain; Thousand thousand Saints attending Swell the triumph of His train.

My soul is all an aching void.