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Jesus smiles, and says, “Well done,
Good and faithful servant thou;
Reign with Me triumphant now.”
Bow, and bless the just award ;
Now rejoicing with his Lord:
Waiting for the general doom,
“Rise, ye dead, to judgment come !"
Found bath all th mates behin
430 (141) 2-68 & 4-78. C. WESLEY. 1749.
GAIN we lift our voice,
Rapture that shall never fail ;
To that celestial shore ;
He hath all the storms outrode !
Landed in the arms of God.
Our fellow-prisoner free ?-
In the haven of the skies ?
Wiped for ever from his eyes ?
We gladly let thee go,
To a reigning church above :
Thou art crowned with life and love.
Thou, in thy youthful prime,
Hast leaped the bounds of time :
Lo! we now rejoice for thee ;
Caught into eternity.
That glorious bliss to share !
We shall to the summons bow ;
Now prepare, and take us now!
C. WESLEY. 1749.
A mother in Israel is gone! 2 The winter of trouble is past;
The storms of affliction are o'er ;
And sorrow and death are no more. 3 The soul hath o'ertaken her mate,
And caught him again in the sky:
And pleasure that never shall die : 4 Where glorified spirits, by sight,
Converse in their holy abode,
And pure as the angels of God.
Where all in His praises agree;
And shine with the glory they see : 6 The glory of God and the Lamb
(While all in the ecstasy join)
Darts into their spiritual frame,
And gives the enjoyment divine.
And harmony echoes His praise ;
Pours out the full light of His face :
Can bear, so ineffably great ;
And heaven is found at His feet.
555,11.. C. WESLEY. 1744. TTOSANNA to God in His highest abode ;
[ All heaven be joined, To extol the Redeemer and Friend of mankind! IIe claims all our praise, who in infinite grace
Again hath stooped down, And caught up a worm to inherit a crown. 2 Our friend is restored to the joy of his Lord,
With triumph departs, But speaks by his death to our echoing hearts: “Follow after," he cries, as he mounts to the skies,
“Follow after your friend, To the blissful enjoyments that never shall end." | 3 Through Jesus's name, our comrade o'ercame;
And Jesus is ours, And arms us with all His invincible powers: He looks from the skies, He shows us the prize,
And gives us a sign That we shall o'ercome by the mercy Divine. 4 For us is prepared the angelical guard;
The convoy attends,
The horses are come,
Lies mingled with the dust.
The dawn of heaven appears;
Its blushes round the spheres.
And flaming guards around;
The trumpet shakes the ground.
And lo! the graves obey :
Salute the expected day.
Rise to the midway air;
And low adore Him there.
Among them, clothed in white !
A This well-wrought frame decay ?
Lie mouldering in the clay?
Shall but refine this flesh;
To put it on afresh.
And ever from the skies
Till He shall bid it rise.
4 Arrayed in glorious grace
Shall these vile bodies shine ;
Be heavenly and divine.
Lord, to Thy dying love :
And sing Thy power above !
Of these our humble songs,
With our immortal tongues. 435
L.M. 6 lines. C. WESLEY. 1762.
Jesus, shall re-appear below,
And fix on earth His heavenly throne. 2 Then the last judgment-day shall come;
And though the worms this skin devour,
Shall bid the greedy grave restore,
With eyes of flesh refined, restored,
See for myself my smiling Lord,
Nor faint to bear the glorious sight.
The greedy grave my reins consume;
And rest till my Redeemer come;
2 Then th though th call me ty