Wesley Corpus

Page 79 But multiply the children's bread, But give thy word success, 'Till every famish'd soul is fed, Is feasted, with thy grace. "I will sift the house of Israel among all nations, like as corn is sifted in a sieve, yet shall not the least grain fall upon the earth." Amos ix. 9. Still the prophetic curse takes place: We see the once-peculiar race Like sifted chaff dispers'd and driven Thro' every nation under heaven! But lo, we now the promise plead For every Israelite indeed: And when the nation owns thy call, Thy mercy, Lord, shall save them all. "In that day will I raise up the tabernacle of David that is fallen, and close up the breaches thereof; and wilt raise up his ruins, and I will build it as in the days of old: that they may possess the remnant of Edom, and of all the heathen which are called by my name, saith the Lord, that doth this." Amos ix. 11, 12. Jesus, as in the ancient days, Return, thy ruinous house to raise, Its breaches close, its walls repair: The men into thy church receive, The Christians, who as heathens live, Dishonouring the great name they bear. Thou who hast purchas'd them of old, Take all the world into thy fold, And in one pure religion join, That every soul its Lord may bless, And every tongue with joy confess The saving work of grace divine. Page 80 Hymn 1350. "Upon the mount Zion shall be deliverance." Obad. 17. Deliverance is on Zion's hill, The gift of Zion's King; His grace doth with his Spirit's seal To us the pardon bring: Still let us to the mountain fly, Which never can remove, And safe in life and death rely On Jesu's dying love. "There shall be holiness." Obad. 17. Sav'd from the guilt and power of sin By their atoning God, His people shall be pure within Thro' Jesu's hallowing blood; The church, a mount of holiness Shall in his image rise, And perfected in love, possess Their portion in the skies. "The house of Jacob shall possess their possessions." Obad. 17. The elder serves the younger now: We who so long to sin did bow, Page 81 Its power defy, its yoke disdain: The praying church, the wrestling seed, On our old tyrant-lusts we tread, And lords of all our passions reign: