Wesley Corpus

Who knows but he may now return, Repent and from his wrath forbear, Griev'd at the heart for them that mourn, And vanquish'd by their humble prayer, May for a curse a blessing leave, And every weeping soul forgive? Page 64 Blow ye the trumpet's loudest blast, A shrill alarm in Sion sound, Proclaim a soul-afflicting fast, To all the guilty nation round: A solemn sad assembly call, And let the summons reach to all. Gather and sanctify the crowd, To deprecate the wrath divine, Bring all into the house of God, The elders, and the infants join, The sucklings place beneath his eye, And let your babes for mercy cry. His chamber let the bridegroom leave, The bride out of her closet go, The priests of God lament and grieve, And prostrate at his altar shew By tears and cries the load they bear, And pray their angry God to spare. With pity, O thou gracious Lord, Thy poor afflicted people see, Nor give us to th' invader's sword, The little flock redeem'd by thee, Nor leave us to their scornful rage, But spare thy drooping heritage. Why should the heathen aliens say, Where is he now, their boasted God? Why should they bear the cruel sway, And wash their footsteps in our blood? Wilt thou not, Lord, at last awake, And save us for thy Jesus' sake? He will, Jehovah surely will Be jealous for his fav'rite land, His pitying love at last reveal, Redeem us by his out-stretch'd hand, Answer our prayer in power and peace, And fill us with his righteousness. Page 65 The Lord shall to his people say, Lo! I again mine own will feed, With corn and wine and oil convey Into your souls the living bread, Send down my Spirit from above, The oil of joy, the wine of love. Sion, I will no more expose To heathens a reproach and prey, But turn mine hand against your foes, And drive the alien host away, Satan, and all his powers subdue, And slay the sins that wasted you. The Second Chapter of Joel. Part III. Then, then the gospel-day shall rise, (Jehovah speaks, let earth attend) I from my throne above the skies Will on all flesh my Spirit send; Not one but may the promise find The gift pour'd out on all mankind.