Joseph could not refrain himself before all them that stood by him; and he cried, Genesis 45:3–4
Cause every man to go out from me.…Joseph made himself known unto his brethren, and he wept aloud.
Words: John Newton, Olney Hymns (London: W. Oliver, 1779), Book 1, number 12.
Joseph made known to his brethren.
Music: Green Fields, from The Peasant Cantata (Mer hahn en neue Oberkeet), by Johann S. Bach, 1742. Arranged by Lewis Edson in The Chorister’s Companion (New Haven, Connecticut: 1782) (🔊 pdf nwc).
When Joseph his brethren beheld,
Afflicted and trembling with fear;
His heart with compassion was filled,
From weeping he could not forbear.
Awhile his behavior was rough,
To bring their past sin to their mind;
But when they were humbled enough,
He hasted to show himself kind.
How little they thought it was he,
Whom they had ill treated and sold!
How great their confusion must be,
As soon as his name he had told!
I’m Joseph, your brother, he said,
And still to my heart you are dear;
You sold me, and thought I was dead,
But God, for your sakes, sent me here.
Though greatly distressèd before,
When charged with purloining the cup;
They now were confounded much more,
Not one of them dared to look up.
Can Joseph, whom we would have slain,
Forgive us the evil we did?
And will he our households maintain?
O this is a brother indeed!
Thus dragged by my conscience, I came,
All laden with guilt, to the Lord;
Surrounded with terror and shame,
Unable to utter a word.
At first He looked stern and severe,
What anguish then piercèd my heart!
Expecting each moment to hear
Thou cursèd, depart!
But O! what surprise when He spoke,
While tenderness beamed in His face;
My heart then to pieces was broke,
O’erwhelmed and confounded by grace:
“Poor sinner, I know thee full well,
By thee I was sold and was slain;
I died to redeem thee from hell,
And raise thee in glory to reign.
“I am Jesus, whom thou hast blasphemed,
And crucified often afresh;
But let Me henceforth be esteemed,
Thy brother, thy bone, and thy flesh:
My pardon I freely bestow,
Thy wants I will fully supply;
I’ll guide thee and guard thee below,
And soon will remove thee on high.
Go, publish to sinners around,
That they may be willing to come,
The mercy which now you have found,
And tell them that yet there is room.
O, sinners, the message obey!
No more vain excuses pretend;
But come, without further delay,
To Jesus, our brother and friend.