Wesley Corpus

O that they now restor'd Might all with us confess Thee, Jesus, thee, their heavenly Lord, The God of truth and grace; With us thy glory spread, And praise, 'till time shall end, The friend of Abraham, and his seed, The world's eternal friend. "They shall become one in thine hand." Ezek. xxxvii. 17. Who can reconcile and make The Christians of one mind? Both the sticks if Jesus take, They in his hands are join'd: Lord, thy promise we believe, Thou wilt perform the grace foretold, All our jarring sects receive, And blend us in one fold. "I will gather the children of Israel on every side, and bring them into their own land. And one king shall be king to them all, c." Ezek. xxxvii. 21, 22. Israel's, Judah's tribes command To flock from every side, All unite, and to the land Of their forefathers guide: All thy saints bring in alone, And let us thee alone adore, Join'd, and perfected in one, And never parted more. "Neither shall they defile themselves any more with their idols, c." Ezek. xxxvii. 23. While thou dost our souls restore To their unsinning state, Give us evil to abhor, And every idol hate;