Wesley Corpus

Thee in evil's scorching day, The sun shall never smite; Thee the moon's malignest ray Shall never blast by night: Safe from known or secret foes, Free from sin and Satan's thrall, God, when flesh, earth, hell oppose, Shall keep thee safe from all. Christ shall bless thy going out, Shall bless thy coming in, Kindly compass thee about, Till thou art sav'd from sin, Like thy spotless Master thou, Fill'd with wisdom, love, and power, Holy, pure, and perfect now, Henceforth, and evermore. Psalm CXXII.46 O how overjoy'd was I, When the solemn hour drew nigh! Summon'd to the house of prayer Flew my soul to worship there. Come, my chearful brethren said, Let us go with holy speed; Let us haste with one accord To the temple of our Lord. Running at his kind command, There our ready feet shall stand, Still within the sacred gate Will we for his mercy wait; Love the channels of his grace, Reverence the hallow'd place: Where our Lord records his name, Stay we in Jerusalem. God hath built his church below, Labour'd all his art to shew; Page 88 47A manuscript version appears in MS Psalms, 312. Each with each the parts agree, Fram'd in perfect symmetry. There the chosen tribes go up, Testify their gospel-hope, Praise, and bless th' incarnate Word, Shout the name of Christ their Lord. There are Aaron's mitred sons, There the apostolic thrones; Moses' legislative chair, God's great hierarchy is there. Pray my friends, and never cease, Wrestle on for Sion's peace: Make her still your pious care, On your heart forever bear. Hail the venerable name, Lovely dear Jerusalem! Thee who bless shall blessed be, Prosper for their love to thee. Dwell within thy ramparts peace, Plenty deck thy palaces, Jesus send thee from above All the treasures of his love. For my friends' and brethren's sake, Thee my dearest charge I make, England's des'late church be mine, Sion, all my soul be thine. O thou temple of my God, For thy sake I spend my blood, Longing here thy rise to see, Glad to live, and die for thee. Psalm CXXIII.47 O thou that on thine heav'nly throne, Dost undisturb'd for ever reign, To thee a worm of earth I groan, To thee I lift my eyes in pain,