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Made ready for your full reward,
Go forth with joy to meet your Lord.
3 Go, meet Him in the sky,
Your everlasting Friend :
Your Head to glorify,
With all His saints ascend :
Ye pure in heart, obtain the grace
To see, without a veil, His face!
4 Ye that have here received
The unction from above,
And in His Spirit lived,
Obedient to His love,
Jesus shall claim you for His bride :
Rejoice with all the sanctified !
5 The everlasting doors
Shall soon the saints receive,
Above yon angel powers
In glorious joy to live;
Far from a world of grief and sin,
With God eternally shut in.
6 (Then let us wait to hear
The trumpet's welcome sound;
To see our Lord appear,
Watching let us be found;
When Jesus doth the heavens bow,
Be found-as, Lord, Thou find'st us now!)
8.7.4. C. Wesley. 1758.
TIFT your heads, ye friends of Jesus,
U Partners in His sufferings here;
Christ, to all believers precious,
Lords of lords, shall soon appear :
Mark the tokens
Of His heavenly kingdom near !
2 Close behind the tribulation
Of the last tremendous days,
See the flaming revelation,
See the universal blaze !
Earth and heaven
Melt before the Judge's face !
3 Sun and moon are both confounded,
Darkened into endless night,
When, with angel-hosts surrounded,
In His Father's glory bright,
Beams the Saviour,
Shines the everlasting Light.
4 See the stars from heaven falling,
Hark! on earth the doleful cry,
Men on rocks and mountains calling,
While the frowning Judge draws nigh,
“ Hide us, hide us,
Rocks and mountains, from His eye !”
5 With what different exclamation
Shall the saints His banner see!
By the tokens of His passion,
By the marks received for me,
All discern Him,
All with shouts cry out, “ 'Tis He!".
6 Yes, the prize shall now be given,
We His open face shall see ;
Love, the earnest of our heaven,
Love, our full reward shall be ;
Love shall crown us
Kings through all eternity!
2-68 & 4-78. C. WESLEY. 1750. ITOW weak the thoughts, and vain,
Of self-deluding men;
Men, who, fixed to earth alone,
Think their houses shall endure,
Fondly call their lands their own,
To their distant heirs secure.
How happy, then, are we,
Who build, O Lord, on Thee !
What can our foundation shock ?
Though the shattered earth remove,
Stands our city on a rock,
On the rock of heavenly Love.
A house we call our own,
Which cannot be o’erthrown:
In the general ruin sure,
Storms and earthquakes it defies ;
Built immovably secure;
Built eternal in the skies.
High on Immanuel's land
We see the fabric stand ;
From a tottering world remove
To our steadfast mansions there :
Our inheritance above
Cannot pass from heir to heir.
Those amaranthine bowers
Bloom, our infinite reward,
Rise, our permanent abode ;
From the founded world prepared ;
Purchased by the blood of God.
O might we quickly find
The place for us designed ;
See the long-expected day
Of our full redemption here :
Let the shadows flee away,
Let the new-made world appear.
High on Thy great white throne,
0 King of Saints, come down ;
In the new Jerusalem
Now triumphantly descend ;
Let the final trump proclaim
Joys begun which ne'er shall end.
4-88 & 2-6s. J. Wesley. 1747.
OW happy is the pilgrim's lot!
M How free from every anxious thought,
From worldly hope and fear !
Confined to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell,
He only sojourns here.
2 His happiness in part is mine,
Already saved from low design,
From every creature-love ;
Blest with the scorn of finite good,
My soul is lightened of its load,
And seeks the things above.
3 The things eternal I pursue ;
A happiness beyond the view
Of those that basely pant
For things by nature felt and seen;
Their honours, wealth, and pleasures mean,
I neither have nor want.
4 (I have no babes to hold me here;
But children more securely dear
For mine I humbly claim,
Better than daughters or than sons,
Temples divine of living stones,
Inscribed with Jesu's name.) 5 (No foot of land do I possess, No cottage in this wilderness ;
A poor wayfaring man,
I lodge awhile in tents below,
Or gladly wander to and fro,
Till I my Canaan gain.)
6 Nothing on earth I call my own;
A stranger, to the world unknown,
I all their goods despise ;
I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a country out of sight,
A country in the skies.
7 There is my house and portion fair ;
My treasure and my heart are there,
And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come.
8 (I come,—thy servant, Lord, replies ;
I come to meet Thee in the skies,
And claim my heavenly rest !
Now let the pilgrim's journey end :
Now, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
Receive me to Thy breast !)
THERE is a land of pure delight,
1 Where saints immortal reign :
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers :
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green :
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
4 But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea ;
And linger, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.
5 O! could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes;
6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.