Wesley Corpus

Yet instruments of thy design The kingdom is not theirs, but thine, Who dost with wisdom deep employ Thy foes each other to destroy, And use, beyond their own intent, To shock, and purge the continent. Extirpating th' ungodly race, With whom wilt thou supply their place? Page 24 With Israel's tribes so long conceal'd? Just Jews, and real Christians fill'd? With savages thro' Jesu's blood Redeem'd, and seal'd the sons of God? America, we trust shall show Thy glorious kingdom fixt below, A kingdom of perennial peace, Pure joy, and perfect righteousness, Not of this world, but that above, Where all is harmony and love. Then shall thy whole design be seen, How far beyond the thoughts of men! When all authority put down, All powers are swallow'd up in one, And challenging thy right divine, Thou claim'st the universe for thine. Then shall we hallelujah sing, Angels and saints, to Christ our King, Loud as the mighty waters' noise, Loud as the rattling thunder's voice, "Th' omnipotent his sway maintains, The Lord our God for ever reigns!"