Wesley Corpus

Forerunner of mankind For us he reigns on high, Till all his members join'd Repeat the joyful cry Wide open throw the heavenly scene, Receive the sons of glory in! Page 5 Hymn II. God is gone up on high With a triumphant noise, The clarions of the sky Proclaim the angelic joys! Join all on earth, rejoice, and sing, Glory ascribe to glory's King. God in the flesh below, For us he reigns above: Let all the nations know Our Jesu's conquering love! Join all on earth, rejoice, and sing, Glory ascribe to glory's King. All power to our great Lord Is by his Father given, By angel-hosts ador'd He reigns supreme in heaven: Join all on earth, rejoice, and sing, Glory ascribe to glory's King. High on his holy seat He bears the righteous sway, His foes beneath his feet Shall sink, and die away: Join all on earth, rejoice, and sing, Glory ascribe to glory's King. Page 6 His foes and ours are one, Satan, the world, and sin; But he shall tread them down, And bring his kingdom in: Join all on earth, rejoice, and sing, Glory ascribe to glory's King. Till all the earth renew'd In righteousness divine With all the hosts of God In one great chorus join, Join all on earth, rejoice, and sing, Glory ascribe to glory's King. Hymn III. And is he remov'd Our Master belov'd, Our heavenly Lord, Is Jesus again to his heaven restor'd? He is gone, he is gone To his dearly-bought throne; Vanish'd out of our sight To his mansion of pure inaccessible light. Yet still we all share His happiness there, The valley pass through, And our Lord to his heaven of heavens pursue, Page 7 In assurance of hope The members mount up, Where Jesus hath led We follow, and reign with our glorified head. Our heart is above, Our treasure and love Laid up in the sky, And thither in all our affections we fly: No longer inclin'd To the flesh-pots behind, The world we forego, Not a wish, or a passion shall wander below. Our spirit is flown To Jesus's throne, Our bodies are here, But wait when our Lord in the clouds shall appear. In the clouds he shall come And take his bride home, To his banquet above, To his heavenly fulness of glory and love. Hymn IV.