Wesley Corpus

On earth suspicious of electing love, Or you, o'erwhelm'd with honourable shame, To shout the universal Saviour's name, It matters not; if, all our conflicts past, Before the great white throne we meet at last: Our only care, while sojourning below, Our real faith by real love to show: To blast the aliens' hope, and let them see How friends of jarring sentiments agree: Not in a party's narrow banks confin'd,