Granted is the Saviour’s prayer,
Sent the gracious Comforter;
and in the little-known hymn for the Epiphany—
Sons of men, behold from far,
Hail the long-expected Star![119]
but they are not equal to the others.
Of Charles Wesley’s hymns on our Lord’s Passion, the finest are those
beginning
With glorious clouds encompassed round,
Whom angels dimly see,
Will the Unsearchable be found,
Or God appear to me?
. . . . .
O Love divine! what hast thou done!
The immortal God hath died for me
The Father’s co-eternal Son
Bore all my sins upon the tree;
The immortal God for me hath died!
My Lord, my Love is crucified.
. . . . .
O Thou who hast our sorrows borne,
Help us to look on Thee and mourn,
On Thee Whom we have slain,
Have pierced a thousand thousand times,
And by reiterated crimes
Renewed Thy mortal pain.[120]