HYMN to CONTEMPT. Rev. Charles Wesley Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T31323 K034809.000 Wesley, John, 1703-1791. Wesley, Charles, 1707-1788. Hymns and sacred poems: Published by John Wesley, ... and Charles Wesley, ... London printed by William Strahan; and sold by James Hutton; and at Mr. Bray's 1739 pp. 26-28. x,[6],223,[1]p.; 12⁰.

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HYMN to CONTEMPT . I. WElcome , Contempt ! Stern , faithful Guide , Unpleasing , healthful Food ! Hail pride-sprung Antidote of Pride , Hail Evil turn'd to Good ! II . Thee when with awful Pomp array'd Ill-judging Mortals see , Perverse they fly with coward Speed , To Guilt they fly from Thee . III . Yet if One haply longing stands To choose a Nobler Part , Ardent from Sin's ensnaring Bands To vindicate his Heart : IV . Present to end the doubtful Strife , Thy Aid he soon shall feel ; Confirm'd by Thee , tho' warm in Life , Bid the vain World farewell . V. Thro' Thee he treads the shining Way That Saints and Martyrs trod , Shakes off the Frailty of his Clay , And wings his Soul for GOD . VI . His Portion Thou , he burns no more , With fond Desire to please ; The fierce , distracting Conflict's o'er And all his Thoughts are Peace . VII . Sent by Almighty Pity down , To Thee alone 'tis giv'n With glorious Infamy to crown The Favourites of Heav'n . VIII . With Thee Heav'n's Fav'rite Son , when made Incarnate , deign'd t' abide ; To Thee he meekly bow'd his Head , He bow'd his Head , and dy'd . IX . And shall I still the Cup decline , His Suff'rings disesteem , Disdain to make this Portion mine When sanctify'd by Him ? X. Or firm thro' Him and undismay'd , Thy sharpest Darts abide ? Sharp as the Thorns that tore his Head , The Spear that pierc'd his Side . XI . Yes — since with Thee my Lot is cast , I bless my GOD's Decree , Embrace with Joy what He embrac'd , And live and die with Thee ! XII . So when before th' Angelic Host To each his Lot is giv'n , Thy Name shall be in Glory lost , And Mine be found in Heav'n !