Wesley Corpus

He shall perform my word of grace, Whate'er my love benign hath will'd, My shepherd he shall Salem raise, And all her des'late wastes rebuild. He, he shall bid the temple rise, Type of my Cyrus from above, Who builds the church to touch the skies, In symmetry of perfect love. Page 18 The Fifty-First Chapter of Isaiah.14 Part I. Hearken to me, who seek the Lamb, Who follow after righteousness; Look to the Rock, from whence ye came, The Father of the faithful race: Behold, and in his footsteps tread: I call'd him by my grace alone, And bless'd, and multiplied his seed, Believers in the promis'd Son. Children of faithful Abraham these, Who dare expect salvation here, The Lord shall give them gospel peace, And all his hopeless mourners chear: Shall soon his fallen Sion raise, Her waste, and des'late places build, Pour out the Spirit of his grace, And make her wilds a fruitful field. The barren souls shall be restor'd, The desart all-renew'd shall rise, Bloom as the garden of the Lord, A fair terrestrial paradise. Gladness and joy shall there be found, Thanksgiving, and the voice of praise, The voice of melody shall sound, And every heart be fill'd with grace. Hearken to me, my chosen race, My own peculiar people, hear, Whoe'er the gospel-word embrace, Look to be pure and perfect here. 14Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Clarke, 177-85; and MS Shent, 27a, 31a-37a. Page 19 A law shall soon from me proceed, A living life-infusing word, The truth that makes you free indeed, Th' eternal Spirit of your Lord. My mercy will I cause to rest, Where all may see their sins forgiven, May rise no more by guilt opprest, And bless the light that leads to heaven. My righteousness shall soon appear; Already is the grace gone forth, The grace that brings salvation near, And offers all my pard'ning worth. Mine arms shall judge the world below, The isles on me shall humbly wait, And long, thro' me restor'd, to know The glories of their first estate. Not on an arm of flesh, but mine, Their steady confidence shall be, Pardon, and peace, and power divine, All, all they shall expect from me. Lift up your eyes, the heavens survey, And look upon the earth below, The heavens like smoak shall pass away, The earth its final period know.