Wesley Corpus

Let us by our lives declare The holy root within, Trees that cannot evil bear, And saints that cannot sin, Pillars that go out no more, Elect of our election sure, Safe, when all the struggle's o'er, And pure as God is pure. "They shall know that I am the Lord, when I have broken the bands of their yoke, c." Ezek. xxxiv. 27. Jesus, bid the chains be broke Which hold us bound within, By thy Spirit destroy the yoke, The heart-oppressing sin, Page 48 To full liberty restor'd, Renew'd in all our ransom'd powers Then we know thou art the Lord Thro' endless ages ours. "They shall no more be a prey to the heathen, neither shall the beasts of the land devour them; but they shall dwell safely, and none shall make them afraid." Ezek. xxxiv. 28. Take this stumbling-block away, That we may safely dwell, Fall no more an helpless prey To sin, the world, and hell: Sin and fear at once shall cease, If thou our unbelief remove, Then we live in perfect peace, Who live in perfect love. "I will raise up for them a plant of renown, and they shall be no more consumed with hunger in the land, neither bear the shame of the heathen any more, c." Ezek. xxxiv. 29, 30. Christ, whose glory fills the skies, That famous plant thou art! Tree of life eternal, rise In every longing heart: Bid us find the food in thee, For which our deathless spirits pine, Fed with immortality, And fill'd with love divine. Long we have our burthen borne, Our own unstableness, Object of the heathen's scorn, Who mock'd our scanty grace: Jesus, our reproach remove, Let sin no more thy people shame, Shew us rooted in thy love Thro' life and death the same. Page 4915