Wesley Corpus

What but th' essential truth divine Can all this gloom of hell disperse? Jesus, the Father's glory, shine, To teach our darkened universe, In every new-born soul to prove, That thou art God, and God is love! Hymn XXXVI. Thy Kingdom Come!6 O when shall we supremely blest Enter the rapturous unrest, Partake the triumph of the sky, And holy, holy, holy, cry? 6A manuscript copy of this hymn in shorthand by CW appears in MS Spencer, 17 (no variants). Page 30 We render thanks with one accord To our Almighty God and Lord, Who was, and is, and is to come, Let Jesus all his power assume. Jesus let his whole church adore The elders, and the living four, Worship divine to Christ be given By every citizen of heaven! With all that angel-host, with all Those blessed saints we long to fall, And sing in extasies unknown, And praise him on his dazzling throne. Honour, and majesty, and power, And thanks and blessing evermore, Who dost thro' endless ages live, Thou, Lord, art worthy to receive. For thou hast bid the creatures be, And still subsist to pleasure thee, From thee they came, to thee they tend, Their gracious source, their glorious end! Hymn XXXVII. The Same Thy Kingdom Come.7 He comes! He comes! The judge severe! The seventh trumpet speaks him near! His lightnings flash, his thunders roll, How welcome to the faithful soul! From heaven angelic voices sound, See the Almighty Jesus crown'd, Girt with omnipotence and grace, And glory decks the Saviour's face. 7A shorthand copy of this hymn in CW's hand appears in MS Spencer, 16; a longhand manuscript copy in JW's hand survives at MARC (MA 1977/157, JW III.8). There are no variants in either setting. Page 31 Descending on his azure throne, He claims the kingdoms for his own, The kingdoms all obey his word, And hail him their triumphant Lord. Shout all the people of the sky, And all the saints of the Most-High, Our Lord, who now his right obtains, For ever, and for ever reigns. Hymn XXXVIII. For the Same Thy Kingdom Come.8 Rise, ye dearly purchas'd sinners, Fill'd with faith's assurance rise, Thro' the loss of Jesus winners, Lords of all in earth and skies, Sing, and triumph In his bleeding sacrifice.