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Ye Worms Of Earth, Arise

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1 Ye worms of earth, arise,
Ye creatures of a day,
Redeem the time, be bold, be wise,
And cast your bonds away;
Shake off the chains of sin,
Like us assembled here,
With hymns of praise to usher in
This new, accepted year.

2 The year of Gospel grace
Like us rejoice to see,
And thankfully in Christ embrace
Your proffered liberty.
See, pardon, peace are nigh,
Which every soul may prove;
The Lord, who now is passing by,
Makes this the time of love.

3 O Savior, Lord of all,
Thy proffer we receive,
Obedient to Thy Gospel call
That bids us turn, and live;
Our former years misspent,
Though late, we deeply mourn,
And softened by Thy grace repent,
And to Thy arms return.

4 With fear, and grief, and shame,
Our folly we bemoan,
But wonder at the patient Lamb,
Who lets us still alone:
Thy patience lifts us up,
Thy free unbounded grace,
And all our fear is lost in hope,
And all our grief in praise.

5 To Thee, by whom we live,
Our praise and lives we pay,
Praise, ardent, cordial, constant give,
And shout to see the day:
The day of saving grace,
Thy consecrated year,
When Thou, bright sun of righteousness,
Doth to our world appear.

6 Risen, we know Thou art,
With healing in Thy wings,
We feel, we feel it in our heart
The life Thy presence brings!
The seal and earnest this,
Our pardon we receive,
And look with Thee in glorious bliss,
Eternally to live.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11654

Author: Charles Wesley

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 >

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First Line: Ye worms of earth, arise
Title: Ye Worms Of Earth, Arise
Author: Charles Wesley
Meter: 6.6.8.6 D
Source: Hymns for New Year's Day (London: R. Hawes, 1750), alt.
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain

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