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Glory to God, and praise, and love

For the Anniversary Day of
One's Conversion.

Poet: Charles Wesley, 1739
Meter: Common Meter (8,6,8,6)
Location in The Sacred Harp
Stanza Denson Cooper
1
Glory to God, and praise, and love
Be ever, ever given;
By saints below, and saints above,
The church in earth and heaven.

2
On this glad day the glorious Sun
Of righteousness arose,
On my benighted soul he shone,
And fill'd it with repose.

3
Sudden expir'd the legal strife,
Twas then I ceas'd to grieve,
My second, real, living life
I then began to live.

4
Then with my heart I first believ'd,
Believ'd, with faith divine,
Power with the Holy Ghost receiv'd
To call the Saviour mine.

5
I felt my Lord's atoning blood
Close to my soul applied;
Me, me he lov'd-the Son of God
For me, for me he died!

6
I found, and own'd his promise true,
Ascertain'd of my part,
My pardon pass'd in heaven I knew
When written on my heart.

7
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My dear Redeemer's praise!
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace.
Mount Zion 88b, Stanza 1
Mount Zion 88b, Stanza 1
8
My gracious Master, and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread thro' all the earth abroad
The honours of thy name.
Mount Zion 88b, Stanza 3
9
Jesus the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
Tis musick in the sinner's ears,
Tis life, and health, and peace!
Mount Zion 88b, Stanza 2
10
He breaks the power of cancell'd sin,
He sets the prisoner free:
His blood can make the foulest clean;
His blood avail'd for me.

11
He speaks; and listening to his voice,
New life the dead receive,
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.

12
Hear him ye deaf, his praise ye dumb
Your loosen'd tongues employ,
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy.

13
Look unto him, ye nations, own
Your God, ye fallen race!
Look, and be sav'd, thro' faith alone;
Be justified, by grace!

14
See all your sins on Jesus laid;
The Lamb of God was slain,
His soul was once an offering made
For every soul of man.

15
Harlots, and publicans, and thieves
In holy triumph join!
Sav'd is the sinner that believes
From crimes as great as mine.

16
Murtherers, and all ye hellish crew,
Ye sons of lust and pride,
Believe the Saviour died for you;
For me the Saviour died.

17
Awake from guilty nature's sleep,
And Christ shall give you light,
Cast all your sins into the deep,
And wash the Ethiop white.

18
With me, your chief, you then shall know,
Shall feel your sins forgiven;
Anticipate your heaven below,
And own, that love is heaven.

Wesley, John and Charles Wesley. Hymns and Sacred Poems. London: Strahan, 1740.