Wesley Corpus

How happy then are we, Who build, O Lord, on thee! What can our foundation shock? Though the shatter'd earth remove, Stands our city on a Rock, On a Rock of heavenly love. An house we call our own, Which cannot be overthrown, Page 18 In the general ruin sure, Storms and earthquakes it defies, Built immoveably secure, Built eternal in the skies. High on Immanuel's land, We see the fabrick stand, From a tottering world remove, To our stedfast mansions there: Our inheritance above, Cannot pass from heir to heir. Those amaranthine bowers, Inalienably ours, Bloom, our infinite reward, Rise, our permanent abode, From the founded world prepar'd, Purchas'd by the blood of God. O might we quickly find The place for us design'd; See the long-expected day Of our full redemption here! Let the shadows flee away, Let the new-made world appear. High on thy great white throne, O King of saints, come down; In the New Jerusalem, Now triumphantly descend, Let the final trump proclaim Joys begun which ne'er shall end! Page 19 Hymn X. Lord of hosts, we bow before thee, The prophetic word receive, Now our prostrate souls adore thee, Now we tremble, and believe: Thou the promis'd sign hast given, (O that all might understand!) "I will shake the earth, and heaven; I will shake the sea, and land." Wars, and plagues, and great distresses, The tremendous day fore-run, Earthquakes felt in divers places Shew the latter times begun, Want, and national confusion, Boding grief, and panic fear, Mark the times of restitution, Speak the great restorer near. Never can thy word be broken, Though the world shall pass away; Quicken'd by another token, Lord, we wait to see thy day, Big with earnest expectation, Swells our heart to make thee room, Come, desire of every nation, To thy human temple come! Bring the kingdom of thy Spirit, Joy, and righteousness, and peace; Purchas'd by thy dying merit, Page 20 Every child of man possess; Come to us, who languish for thee, Us, who long thy face to see, Fill the latter house with glory, Then receive us up to thee. Hymn XI. Ye servants of the Lord, In Jesu's praises join, Who now confirms his word, And sends another sign, Sign of his day, and kingdom near: Look up, and see your Lord appear!