 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
A PRAYER FOR THE BISHOPS.
Draw near, O Son of God, draw near,
Us with Thy flaming eyes behold,
Still in Thy falling church appear,
And let our candlestick be gold.
Us with Thy flaming eyes behold,
Still in Thy falling church appear,
And let our candlestick be gold.
Still hold the stars in Thy right hand,
And let them in Thy lustre glow,
The lights of a benighted land,
The angels of Thy church below.
And let them in Thy lustre glow,
The lights of a benighted land,
The angels of Thy church below.
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Make good their apostolic boast,
Their high commission let them prove,
Be temples of the Holy Ghost,
And fill'd with faith, and hope, and love.
Their high commission let them prove,
Be temples of the Holy Ghost,
And fill'd with faith, and hope, and love.
The worthy successors of those
Who first adorn'd the sacred line,
Bold let them stand before their foes,
And dare assert their right Divine.
Who first adorn'd the sacred line,
Bold let them stand before their foes,
And dare assert their right Divine.
Their hearts from things of earth remove;
Sprinkle them, Lord, from sin and fear!
Fix their affections all above,
And lay up all their treasure there.
Sprinkle them, Lord, from sin and fear!
Fix their affections all above,
And lay up all their treasure there.
Give them an ear to hear the word
Thou speakest to Thy churches now;
And let all tongues confess their Lord,
And let all knees to Jesus bow.
Thou speakest to Thy churches now;
And let all tongues confess their Lord,
And let all knees to Jesus bow.
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