Wesley Corpus

Page 109 That rapt'rous sense of sin forgiven Spoken by thee to every heart Shall bid our enmity depart, And turn our new-made earth to heaven. "By the blood of thy covenant, I have sent forth thy prisoners out of the pit." Zech. ix. 11. Out of the pit of sin I cry, Sinking into the pit of hell, 'Till thou that covenant-blood apply, And bid my heart the comfort feel: Speak, Father, speak the gracious word, Which makes the dying sinner live, Send forth the prisoner of the Lord, And now for Jesu's sake forgive. "Turn ye to the strong-hold, ye prisoners of hope, even to day do I declare, that I will render double unto thee." Zech. ix. 12. In hope of perfect liberty, Our city of defence, to thee, Jesus, by faith we fly; The double benefit impart, Pardon, and purity of heart, And take us to the sky. "How great is his goodness, and how great is his beauty!" Zech. ix. 17. How great thy beauty who can tell, Or all thy loveliness explore! Their face the dazzled seraphs veil, And prostrate at thy throne adore: Thy goodness all their thoughts transcends: But man, his God's supreme delight, Fill'd with thy love, he comprehends The length, and breadth, and depth, and height!