Wesley Corpus

Thou hear'st the pleading Spirit's groan, Thou knowst the groaning Spirit's will: Come in thy gracious kingdom down, And all thy ransom'd servants seal. Come quickly, Lord, the Spirit cries, The number of thy saints compleat, Come quickly, Lord, the bride replies, And make us all for glory meet. Erect thy tabernacle here, The New Jerusalem send down, Thyself amidst thy saints appear, And seat us on thy dazling throne. Begin the great millennial day, Now, Saviour, with a shout descend, Thy standard in the heavens display, And bring thy joy which ne'er shall end!