Wesley Corpus

Muster, thy host, great God of war, Thy host of holy ones below, Put forth thy strength, thine arm make bare, Forth with the thundring legion go, Beneath thy bloody banner join, And bid them CONQUER IN THIS SIGN! Then at thy reconciling word Throughout the earth let fightings cease, Be thou extoll'd, the common Lord, The Prince of universal peace, With glorious majesty appear, And fix thy heavenly kingdom here. Hymn XXI. For the Universities. Teacher divine, with melting eye Our ruin'd seats of learning see, Whose ruling scribes thy truth deny, And persecute thy saints, and thee, As hir'd by Satan to suppress, And root up every seed of grace. As heretics and lollards still Thy faithful confessors they brand, With all their strength and knowing skill Thy Spirit and his work withstand, In league with hell thy throne t' o'erthrow, And raise the kingdom of thy foe. Where knowledge vain, unsanctified Fills every synagogue and chair, Where pride and unbelief preside, And wage with heaven immortal war, The prophets' nursing-schools are these, Or sinks of desperate wickedness! Page 22 True prophets once they surely bred, And champions for th' Incarnate God, Who liv'd thy dying love to spread, Who seal'd the record with their blood, The truth, the way, the life of grace, Blasphem'd by their degenerate race. But wilt thou let the fountains fail, Or flow thro' earth with streams impure? Thy gospel must at last prevail, Thy word from age to age endure, And learning fasten'd to the cross For ever serve thy glorious cause. Hymn XXII. For the Same For the Universities. Now, Lord, in answer to our prayer, Let learning and religion meet, Pleasant the city stands and fair, Of piety the antient seat, But O! The streams that murmur round Are naught, and barren is the ground. Jesus, our true Elisha, Lord And God, the Saviour-God most high, Thyself give out the healing word, The gospel-cruse with salt supply, And charge the prophets' sons to bring, And cast the salt into the spring. Out of themselves apostles raise, And pastors after thy own will, Whose word may minister the grace, Whose gospel may the waters heal, To earth its fruitfulness restore, Till curse, and death shall be no more. Kings II. 19, c.