Scripture Verse

Lord Jesus Christ, who is our hope. 1 Timothy 1:1


Words: Charles Wes­ley, Hymns and Sac­red Po­ems 1749.

Music: Old Ger­man Sac­red Me­lo­dy, 1761 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Charles Wesley

Dr. George Smith (His­to­ry of Wes­ley­an Me­thod­ism, ii. 612) tells of a girl, called Ma­ry, em­ployed in break­ing cop­per ore at one of the Cor­nish mines. She was con­vert­ed at a re­viv­al ser­vice.

Next morn­ing the change in her bear­ing made her friends say, ‘Ma­ry is con­verted.’ ‘No,’ said one of her friends who knew her love of fin­ery; ‘she is not con­vert­ed: look at those fine large ear­rings in her ears still! If she had been con­vert­ed she would not con­ti­nue to wear them.’ With­out say­ing a word, the girl laid down her ham­mer, took out the ear­rings, and broke them in pieces, sing­ing—

Neither passion nor pride Thy cross can abide,
But melt in the fountain that streams from Thy side.

Telford, p. 309


O Jesus my hope, for me offered up,
Who with clamor pursued Thee to Calvary’s top,
The blood Thou hast shed, for me let it plead,
And declare Thou hast died in Thy murderer’s stead.

Thy blood, which alone for sin could atone,
For the infinite evil I madly have done,
That only can seal my pardon, and fill
My heart with a power of obeying Thy will.

Come then from above, its hardness remove,
And vanquish my heart with the sense of Thy love;
Thy love on the tree display unto me.
And the servant of sin in a moment is free.

Neither passion nor pride Thy cross can abide,
But melt in the fountain that streams from Thy side;
Let Thy life-giving blood remove all my load,
And purge my foul conscience, and bring me to God.

Now, now let me know its virtue below,
Let it wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow;
Let it hallow my heart, and thoroughly convert,
And make me, O Lord, in the world as Thou art.

Each moment applied my weakness to hide,
Thy blood be upon me, and always abide,
My Advocate prove with the Father above,
And speak me at last to the throne of Thy love.