Hark! how all the welkin rings, Glory to the King of kings. Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled.
1739 'Hymn for Christmas'. In Hymns and Sacred Poems.The first two lines were changed to'Hark! the herald-angels sing/ Glory to the new born king' inWhitfield's Hymns for Social Worship (1753).
Jesu, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me,O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.Charles Wesley
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child; Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to thee.Charles Wesley
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.Charles Wesley
Love divine, all loves excelling, Joy of heav'n, to earth come down, Fix in us thy humble dwelling, All thy faithful mercies crown. Jesu, thou art all compassion, Pure unbounded love thou art; Visit us with thy salvation, Enter every trembling heart.Charles Wesley
Forth in thy name,O Lord, I go, My daily labour to pursue. Thee, only thee, resolved to know, In all I think or speak or do.Charles Wesley
Lo! He comes with clouds descending, Once for favoured sinners slain; Thousand thousand Saints attending Swell the triumph of His train.Charles Wesley
God buries his workmen, but carries on his work .Charles Wesley
Hark! the herald angels sing , " Glory to the new-born King; Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled!" Joyful , all ye nations , rise. Join the triumph of the skies . With th'angelic hosts proclaim " Christ is born in Bethlehem!" Hark! the herald angels sing, Glory to the new-born King!Charles Wesley
Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me! All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenseless head With the shadow of Thy wing.Charles Wesley
When summoned hence to thine eternal sleep, Oh, may'st thou smile while all around thee weep.Charles Wesley
My soul is all an aching void.Charles Wesley
A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify: A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky.Charles Wesley
"Hark the herald angels sing, Glory to the new-born king." Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled!Charles Wesley