Wesley Corpus

His coming he foreshews By famine, plague, and war, And epidemick woes His swift approach declare, Trembles the earth to find him near: Look up, and see your Lord appear! Hark how all nature groans In pangs of second birth! Expect, ye ransom'd ones, A new-created earth, The ruin of the old is near: Look up, and see your Lord appear! His tokens we espy, And now lift up our head, And in the earthquake cry, It is my Saviour's tread! Page 21 He comes to save his servants here: Look up, and see your Lord appear. We do with joy look up, In national distress, With confidence of hope, To meet the Prince of Peace, We, unappall'd in general fear, Look up, and see our Lord appear. Our Lord appears again, His glorious power to shew, He comes, he comes to reign, With all his saints below, Judgment is MERCY's harbinger; The earth is gone and Christ is here! Hymn XII. The sinners how blest, Who pardon receive! In trouble we rest, In dying we live, In danger secure, Whom Jesus hath lov'd, Our footing is sure, Though earth is remov'd. The hairs of our head, Are registred all, Not one, he hath said, Shall perish, or fall, Page 22 Without the permission Of infinite grace, Whose blessed decision We gladly embrace. While thus we confide In Jesus's blood, Whatever betide, Shall turn to our good, When sorrows surround us, Our joys shall increase, And earthquakes shall ground us In permanent peace. Plague, famine, and war But quicken our hope, And bid us prepare, And bid us look up; Assur'd by each warning, His kingdom is near, The Lord is returning, And soon shall appear. Appear in the skies, Thou Saviour of men, Our bodies shall rise To meet thee again, Intomb'd in the center, We shall be restor'd, And gloriously enter The joy of our Lord. Page 23 Hymn XIII. Come, desire of nations, come, Hasten, Lord, the general doom, Hear the Spirit and the bride, Come, and take us to thy side. Thou who hast our place prepar'd, Make us meet for our reward, Then with all thy saints descend, Then our earthly trial end. Mindful of thy chosen race, Shorten these vindictive days, Who for full redemption groan, Hear us now, and save thine own.