Wesley Corpus

Sing ye heavens, and earth rejoice, Sons of men, lift up your voice, Great ones, who o'er-look the throng, Shout at learning the new song, Vie with that acclaiming host, Ye have cause to triumph most, Dearer to their King above, Ransom'd by his dying love. Jesus hath fulfill'd his word, He, our dear redeeming Lord Hath in mortal flesh appear'd, All his mournful people chear'd: Millions of the fallen race Thro' his comfortable grace Page 355 Here have known their sins forgiven, Gone in perfect peace to heaven. Millions more their Lord shall know, When he doth his mercy shew, Mercy's utmost power display In the long-expected day: Come, thou universal friend, Human miseries to end, Jews, and Turks, and heathens call, All receive, who diedst for all. "Yet will I not forget thee." Isa. xlix. 15. I know it: by thy hands and feet Thou must remember me: Thou could'st as easily forget What past on Calvary! "I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands." Isa. xlix. 16. Ingraven with an iron pen My name upon thy hands is seen: Lord, with thy love's acutest dart Ingrave thy name upon my heart. "Lift up thine eyes round about, and behold: all these gather themselves together and come to thee: as I live saith the Lord, thou shalt surely clothe thee with them all, as with an ornament, and bind them on thee, as a bride doth." Isa. xlix. 18. Sion, look round with strange delight, The world's wide fields to harvest white, The gathering multitudes behold, The forces of both earth and sea; My gospel-church, they come to thee, They press into my sacred fold! The Gentiles shall my church adorn, (Jehovah by his life hath sworn,) Page 356 To thee brought in from every side: And when thou art compleatly drest, And ready for the marriage-feast, I come myself to fetch my bride. "For thy waste and thy desolate places, and the land of thy destruction shall even now be too narrow by reason of the inhabitants, and they that swallowed thee up shall be far away." Isa. xlix. 19. Thy land, which long lay waste and void, Depopulated and destroy'd, An unfrequented wilderness, Shall smile, again manur'd and till'd, Again inhabited, and fill'd, And crouded with the sons of grace.