Wesley Corpus

Blessing, and thanks, and love, and might Be to our Jesus given, Who turns our darkness into light, Who turns our hell to heaven. Thither our faithful souls he leads, Thither he bids us rise; With crowns of joy upon our heads, To meet him in the skies. To seal the universal doom, The skies he soon shall bow But if thou must at midnight come, O let us meet thee now! Hymns for the Watch-Night. Hymn XVI. Call aloud on Jesu's name, Watchmen of Jerusalem, Ye, that by our Lord's command On her ruin'd rampart stand, Day and night your care express, Never, never hold your peace, For a gracious answer cry, Urge, and force him to reply. Page 139 Well maintain the post assign'd, Put your faithful God in mind, Instantly the promise plead, 'Till the word of grace proceed, Never suffer him to rest, 'Till he answer your request, 'Till our Sion he repair, Fix his constant presence there. Set for this if, Lord, I am, Let me now the promise claim, Let my faithful brethren join, All remembrancers divine, All who Sion's burthen bear, Join ye in the fervent prayer, 'Till his utmost truth we prove, Edified in perfect love. Jesus, head, and Lord of all, Answer to our midnight call, Our Jerusalem repair, Build again thy house of prayer, Now thy antient wonders shew, Raise a glorious church below, Sion from her ruins raise, Spread throughout the earth her praise. Spread throughout the earth thine own, Fully by thy people known; Let us with thy lustre shine, Pillars in the dome divine, Master of the building art, 'Stablish every faithful heart, Finish thy great work of grace, Perfect us in holiness. Page 140 Hymns for the Watch-Night. Hymn XVII. Innocent Diversions. Come let us anew Our pleasures pursue: For Christian delight The day is too short; let us borrow the night. In sanctify'd joy Each moment employ, To Jesus's praise, And spend, and be spent in the triumph of grace. The slaves of excess, Their senses to please Whole nights can bestow, And on in a circle of riot they go: Poor prodigals, they The night into day By revellings turn, And all the restraints of sobriety scorn.