Wesley Corpus

Thy tokens we with joy confess, The war proclaims the Prince of Peace, The earthquake speaks thy power, The famine all thy fulness brings, The plague presents thy healing wings, And nature's final hour. Whatever ill the world befall, A pledge of endless good we call, A sign of Jesus near: His chariot will not long delay: We hear the rumbling wheels, and pray Triumphant Lord, appear. Appear with clouds on Sion's hill, Thy word and mystery to fulfil, Thy confessors t' approve, Thy members on thy throne to place, And stamp thy name on every face, In glorious heavenly love.