Wesley Corpus

Can all be prophets then? Are all Commission'd from above? No; but whome'er the Lord shall call We joyfully approve: O that the church might all receive The spirit of prophesy, And all in Christ accepted live, And all in Jesus die! "While the flesh was yet between their teeth, the wrath of the Lord was kindled ... and the Lord smote the people with a very great plague." Num. xi. 33. Alas for sinners that obtain Their passionate request! Indulg'd in nature's lusts, they gain A grief, a curse, a pest: Page 69 But our imaginary want Thou wilt not, Lord, supply: To them thou dost in anger grant, To us in love deny. "Wherefore were ye not afraid to speak against my servant Moses." Num. xii. 8. Earth and hell thy law opposes, Cannot the commandment bear; Speaking 'gainst thy servant Moses, Thee to contradict they dare: O omnipotent Redeemer, End their antinomian lore,12 Still the undisguised blasphemer, Let him vex thy flock no more. "The people be strong, and the cities are walled and very great." Num. xiii. 28. What say the false faint-hearted spies? "Why should we make the world our foe? Satan's strong-holds that reach the skies Can feeble flesh and blood o'erthrow? The walls of our corruptions must, 'Till death demolish them, remain: The ruin of all pride, all lust The Lord hath promised us in vain." "And moreover we saw the children of Anak there." Num. xiii. 28. How madly rash for puny man, The world, the fiend, and flesh t' oppose! Our passions will their sway maintain, Our terrible gigantic foes: We must, who doubt the gospel-word, With Satan and the world comply, We must, who cannot trust the Lord, Sin on, 'till we forever die. 12Ori., "love"; corrected in errata. Page 70 "Caleb stilled the people, and said, Let us go up at once, and possess it, for we are well able to overcome it." Num. xiii. 30. Silence, ye unbelieving fears, Who clamorously deny the word! The promise on our side appears, The power and goodness of our Lord: Let us go up in Jesu's name: Our sins shall all to Christ submit, And who for us the world o'ercame, Shall bruise the fiend beneath our feet.