1 Jesus drinks the bitter cup,
The wine press treads alone,
Tears the graves and mountains up,
By his expiring groan:
Lo! the pow'rs of heaven he shakes,
Nature in convulsion lies,
Earth's profoundest centre quakes,
The great Jehovah dies.
2 Dies the glorious cause of all,
The true eternal plan,
Falls to raise us from our fall,
To ransom sinful man;
Well may Sol withdraw his light,
With the suff'er sympathize,
Leave the world in sudden night,
While his Creator dies.
3 O my God, he dies for me,
I feel the mortal smart!
See him hanging on a tree,
A sight that breaks my heart!
O that all to thee might turn;
Sinners ye may love him too;
Look on him ye pierc'd, and mourn
For one who bled for you.
4 Weep o'er your desire and hope
With tears of humblest love;
Sing for Jesus is gone up,
And reigns enthron'd above;
Lives our head to die no more,
Pow'r is all to Jesus giv'n,
Worship'd as he was before,
The immortal King of heav'n.
Charles Wesley, M.A. was the great hymn-writer of the Wesley family, perhaps, taking quantity and quality into consideration, the great hymn-writer of all ages. Charles Wesley was the youngest son and 18th child of Samuel and Susanna Wesley, and was born at Epworth Rectory, Dec. 18, 1707. In 1716 he went to Westminster School, being provided with a home and board by his elder brother Samuel, then usher at the school, until 1721, when he was elected King's Scholar, and as such received his board and education free. In 1726 Charles Wesley was elected to a Westminster studentship at Christ Church, Oxford, where he took his degree in 1729, and became a college tutor. In the early part of the same year his religious impressions were much deepene… Go to person page >| First Line: | Jesus drinks the bitter cup |
| Title: | The Mystery of Love |
| Author: | Charles Wesley |
| Meter: | 7.6.7.6.7.7.7.6 |
| Language: | English |
| Copyright: | Public Domain |
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