Wesley Corpus

O that the chosen band Might now their brethren bring, And gather'd out of every land Present to Sion's King; Of all the ancient race Not one be left behind, But each impell'd by secret grace His way to Canaan find! We know, it must be done, For God hath spoke the word, All Israel shall their Saviour own, To their first state restor'd: Page 392 Re-built by his command, Jerusalem shall rise, Her temple on Moriah stand Again, and touch the skies. "And they shall bring all your brethren for an offering unto the Lord, out of all nations, upon horses ... to my holy mountain Jerusalem." Isa. lxvi. 20. Send then thy servants forth To call the Hebrews home, From west and east, and south and north Let all the wanderers come; Where'er in lands unknown Thy fugitives remain, Bid every creature help them on Thy holy mount to gain: An offering to their God There let them all be seen, Sprinkled with water and with blood, In soul and body clean; With Israel's myriads seal'd Let all the nations meet, And shew thy mystery fulfill'd, Thy family compleat. "I will take of them for priests, c." Isa. lxvi. 21, 22, 23. Jesus, we wait to see That spotless church of thine, The heaven-appointed ministry, The hierarchy divine: Command her now to rise With perfect beauty pure, Long as the new-made earth and skies To flourish and endure; A church which may remain With all thy works restor'd, Commensurate with time, obtain The nature of her Lord; A church to comprehend The whole of human race, And live in joys that never end Before thy glorious face.