Your house, no longer Mine

Verse 1
“Your house; no longer mine,
“Lo, to yourselves I leave,
“My flock forsake, my charge resign,
“And to destruction Give!”
The desolating curse
Doth still alas, take place,
And hunts throughout the universe
The long-rejected race.

Verse 2
But O, they shall once more
Their slighted Saviour see,
With joyful hearts at last adore,
And own that Thou art He!
Come, Lord, and quickly come,
The vagabonds to find,
And call thine ancient people home,
To quicken all mankind.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled: “‘Behold, your house is left unto you desolate. For I say unto you, Ye shall not see me henceforth, till ye shall say, Blessed is He that cometh in the name of the Lord.’—[Matt. 23,] v. 38, 39.” This hymn appears in the 1766 manuscript “MS Matthew.” This manuscript is part of the collection of the Methodist Archive and Research Centre in The John Rylands Library, The University of Manchester (accession number MA 1977/577, Charles Wesley Notebooks Box 3). Accessed through the website of The Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition, Duke Divinity School. Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 10 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 365.
Publishing: Public Domain