Wesley Corpus

Jesus, by thine almighty hands The church's sure foundation stands Page 105 Deep-laid in every humble heart: Thou art our Saviour and our Prince, Who giv'st the sense of pardon'd sins, The author of our faith thou art; Thou, Lord, its finisher shalt be; The sacred house begun by thee, Shall soon to full perfection rise: Thou wilt fulfil thy people's hope, And build thy living temples up By holiest love to reach the skies. "Who hath despised the day of small things?" Zech. iv. 10. Of small imperfect things the day 'Tis now alas, with me, Who just begin for grace to pray, And follow after thee: Yet wilt thou not, O Lord, despise, But help my weakness on, 'Till I in all thine image rise, And love my God alone. "Who hath despised the day of small things?" Zech. iv. 10. The first faint spark of good desire Which feebly would to heaven aspire Its kindler God will not despise; The spark into a flame shall spread; And bless'd by him the smallest seed Of faith into a tree shall rise: This dawn of grace, this glimmering ray Shall shine into the perfect day, For faithful thou, my Saviour art; And I who tremble at thy word Shall find my paradise restor'd, Shall love my God with all my heart. Page 106 "They shall see the plummet in the hand of Zerubbabel, with those seven; they are the eyes of the Lord, which run to and fro through the whole earth." Zech. iv. 10. Great founder of thy church, in thee Our true Zerubbabel we see; We see the plummet in thy hand: To thee the Spirit, one and seven, In various gifts and graces given, Subdues the world to thy command: