Wesley Corpus

I will increase their gracious store, My Sion every moment feed, And satisfy the hungry poor, And fill their souls with living bread: With garments of salvation deck Her priests, and cloath with robes of praise, Her saints their joy aloud shall speak, And shout my all-sufficient grace. There shall the horn of David bud, There I have set the lamp divine, The wisdom, and the power of God, In mine anointed Son shall shine. Messias on my throne shall sit Supream till all his foes are slain, Till death expires beneath his feet, The sinner's advocate shall reign. Psalm CXXXIII.61 Behold how good a thing It is to dwell in peace, How pleasing to our King This fruit of righteousness, Page 98 When brethren all in one agree; Who knows the joys of unity! When all are sweetly join'd, (True followers of the Lamb, The same in heart and mind,) And think and speak the same, And all in love together dwell; The comfort is unspeakable. Where unity takes place, The joys of heaven we prove: This is the gospel-grace, The unction from above, The Spirit on all believers shed, Descending swift from Christ our head. Where unity is found, The sweet anointing grace Extends to all around, And consecrates the place; To every waiting soul it comes, And fills it with divine perfumes. Jesus, our great high-priest, For us the gift receiv'd, For us, and all the rest, Who have in him believ'd; Forth from our head the blessing goes, And all his seamless coat o'erflows. On all his chosen ones The pretious oil comes down; It runs, and as it runs, It ever will run on, Ev'n to his skirts the meanest name That longs to love the bleeding Lamb. From Aaron's beard it rolls (Those nearest to his face) To humble, trembling souls Who feebly sue for grace; Page 99 62A manuscript version appears in MS Psalms, 328-29. I know the grace for all is free, For lo! It reaches now to me. Grace every morning new, And every night we feel, The soft, refreshing dew, That falls from Hermon's hill; On Sion it doth sweetly fall, The grace of One descends on all. Ev'n now our Lord doth pour The blessing from above, A kindly, gracious shower Of heart-reviving love, The former and the latter rain, The love of God, and love of man.