Wesley Corpus

The holy ark they bear, The cov'nant of his grace, And tydings of great joy declare To all the fallen race: They make his mercies known, His promises they shew: Go in the track your guides have shewn, To certain conquest go. In sight of God proceed, Follow the ark divine, In all the ways and statutes tread, Which he hath pleas'd t' enjoin: Pray always, fast, and pray, And watch to do his will; All his commands with joy obey, All righteousness fulfil. With patience persevere, Still in his ways be found, Still to the city-walls draw near, And day by day surround; Continue in his word, On all his means attend, Bearing the burthen of the Lord, And hoping to the end. Page 242 Arise, your strength renew, Your glorious toil repeat, Follow the ark, your Lord pursue, And for his promise wait; In deepest silence go; Your Joshua cries, Be still, Assur'd his truth and pow'r to know, And prove his perfect will. Tried to the uttermost His faithful word shall be, Who in the strength of Jesus trust, Shall gain the victory: But wait for your reward, And give your clamours o'er, Tarry the leisure of your Lord, Nor ever murmur more. The solemn day draws nigh, When sin shall have its doom, Faith sees it with an eagle's eye, And cries, The day is come; The seventh morn I see, And hasten to be blest, Enjoy an instant victory, An antedated rest. The walls are compast round, This circuit is the last: The ark stands still: the trumpets sound A long-continued blast: The people turn their eyes On the devoted walls; And shout, the mighty Joshua cries, And lo! The city falls! Its proud, aspiring brow Lies level with the ground, It lies, and not one stone is now Upon another found. Page 243 The walls are flat, the deep Foundations are o'erthrown; The lofty fortress is an heap, And sin is trodden down. The strength of sin is lost, And Babylon the great Is fallen, fallen to the dust, Has found its final fate. Partakers of our hope, We seize what God hath given, And trampling down all sin go up, And strait ascend to heav'n.