Wesley Corpus

Ev'n I, thy meanest servant I, Thy kind protection prove; Jesus, thou to my help dost fly On wings of swiftest love: And while thy love is my defence, Whoe'er would injure me Must first o'erpower omnipotence, And force their way thro' thee. "The Lord's fire is in Sion, and his furnace in Jerusalem." Isa. xxxi. 9. With Jesus to reign whoever aspire, Again and again he proves them by fire; Cast into the furnace their Saviour they praise; The fire doth but burnish and brighten their grace. Then let us abide thro' Jesus's name, 'Till seven times tried, and purg'd by the flame, Made like our Creator we gloriously shine, And bear the new nature the image divine. "A man shall be as an hiding-place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest." Isa. xxxii. 2. That hiding-place I long to find That sacred covert from the wind: Thou Man of Grief, thou God of love, Receive, and keep my life above, Conceal me from the furious blast, 'Till all the storms of life are past, Or let the latest tempest come, And drive me to my heavenly home. "As rivers of water in a dry place." Isa. xxxii. 2. My soul, a dry and barren place, Gasps for the cooling streams of grace; O might they thro' the desart roll Refreshment to my gasping soul!