Wesley Corpus

Page 77 Again thy wrath they dare: What, Lord, can all thy judgments do, Unless thy love our hearts renew, And reign for ever there! "He stood between the dead and the living, and the plague was stayed." Num. xvi. 48. Jesus, the merciful and true, Between the dead and living stand, The numerous dead, the living few Who now divide Britannia's land! Thou dost as in the midst appear, Thou hast for all atonement made, And thro' the incense of thy prayer The plague of unbelief is stayed. "Moses stripped Aaron of his garments, and Aaron died there in the top of the mount." Num. xx. 28. Happy, for ever happy I, If call'd, like him, the mount t' ascend; Thine all-sufficient grace supply, And bless me, Saviour, with his end: O that without a ling'ring groan I might the welcome word receive, My body with my charge lay down, And cease at once to work and live! "Our soul loatheth this light (Heb., vile) bread." Num. xxi. 5. Who murmur in the wilderness By daily wonders fed, May loath the comforts of thy grace As despicable bread: But nourish'd still with fresh supplies Of blessings from above, The more we taste, the more we prize The manna of thy love.