Wesley Corpus

Come, O thou breath divine, From every quarter blow, And whom thou didst together join, On them thine influence shew; Thy wonder-working power Be here again display'd, And now to sudden life restore The long-forgotten dead. Inspir'd at God's command By thee, the Spirit of grace, Let the whole house of Israel stand And their restorer praise, Page 53 Host of the living God Throughout the earth declare The heavenly gift on all bestow'd, Th' indwelling Comforter. "These bones are the whole house of Israel: behold, they say, Our bones are dried ... therefore thus saith the Lord, O my people, I will open your graves, c." Ezek. xxxvii. 11, 12. Messiah, full of grace, Redeem'd by thee we plead Thy promise made to Abraham's race, To souls for ages dead: Their bones as quite dried up Throughout our vale appear, Cut off and lost their last faint hope To see thy kingdom here. Open their graves, and bring The outcasts forth, to own Thou art the Lord, their God and King, Their true anointed one: To save the race forlorn Thy glorious arm display, And shew the world a nation born, A nation in a day! "Ye shall know that I am the Lord, when I have opened your graves ... and shall put my Spirit in you, and ye shall live, and I shall place you in your own land, c." Ezek. xxxvii. 13, 14. Thy deity to prove By signs infallible, O let the Spirit of thy love In ancient Israel dwell! To life eternal rais'd They then shall understand Who sav'd, and brought them back, and plac'd In their own happy land. Page 54