Wesley Corpus

O that the Spirit of our Lord Might set his prisoners free, Might speak the sectaries restor'd To glorious liberty! O that the catholick love divine Shed in our hearts abroad Might all our jangling parties join, And swallow us up in God! "As lightning shall the coming of the Son of man be." Matt. xxiv. 27. Quick as the darted lightning flies, Flashing at once throughout the skies, Saviour, thou wilt on earth appear, To 'stablish thy dominion here: Page 185 Before the final, general doom, We know, thou wilt to judgment come, Thy foes destroy, thy friends maintain, And glorious with thine ancients reign. Now, even now thy saints attend, To see thee on the clouds descend! Now, Lord, assert thy right divine, And challenge all the worlds for thine. "Then shall appear the sign of the Son of man ... then shall they see the Son of man coming ... then shall he send his angels with a great sound of a trumpet." Matt. xxiv. 30, 31. When shall th' imperial standard spread Its crimson thro' the skies? To meet their great triumphant head When shall the members rise? Gazing, thy church, and listening stands: We long to see thee crown'd: Now, Lord, send forth thine angel-bands, And bid the trumpet sound. "Blessed is that servant, whom his lord when he cometh shall find so doing." Matt. xxiv. 46. Full of earnest expectation, Look we for our heavenly Lord, Working out our own salvation, Labouring for a full reward: Happy, in the task assign'd us If we still our lives employ, Labouring on till Jesus find us, We shall share our Master's joy. "They took no oyl with them." Matt. xxv. 3. Empty the lamp, till thou impart Thy Spirit from above; Now, Saviour, pour into my heart The oil of joy and love.