5 Thou, in thy youthful prime, 6 Caught into eternity. Thither may we repair, 431 (142) 8s. C. WESLEY. On the Death of a Widow. With all that encompass His throne; A widow, a widow indeed, 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. And pleasure that never shall die: 5 O Heaven! what a triumph is there! His beautiful character bear, 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. 7 In loud hallelujahs they sing, Pours out the full light of His face: 8 The joy neither angel nor saint HOSANNA to God In His highest abode; All heaven be joined, C. WESLEY. To extol the Redeemer and Friend of mankind! He 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, To the blissful enjoyments that never shall end." 3 Through Jesus's name, Our comrade o'ercame; And Jesus is ours, And armis us with all His invincible powers: He looks from the skies, He shows us the prize, That we shall o'ercome by the mercy Divine. 4 For us is prepared The angelical guard; The convoy attends, A ministering host of invisible friends: Ready winged for their flight The chariots of Israel to carry us home. 433 (145) HOW W long shall death, the tyrant, reign, 2 Lo! I behold the scattered shades! And waking saints, with joyful eyes, 5 They leave the dust, and on the wing In shining garments meet their King, 6 O may our humble spirits stand 434 2 S.M. AND must this body diam WATTS. This well-wrought frame decay? And must these active limbs of mine Corruption, earth, and worms $ God, my Redeemer, lives, 4 5 6 And ever from the skies Looks down, and watches all my dust, Arrayed in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine; These lively hopes we owe, Till tunes of nobler sound we raise 435 L.M. 6 lines. C. WESLEY. "I know that my Redeemer liveth."—Job xix. 25-27, CALL the world's Redeemer mine; Stand in that dreadful day unknown, 2 Then the last judgment-day shall coine; S In this identic body I, With eyes of flesh refined, restored, Nor faint to bear the glorious sight. With joy I drop my mouldering clay, 436 C.M. WATTS. WHY do we mourn departing friends? Or shake at death's alarms? "Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, To call them to His arms. 2 The graves of all His saints He blessed, Where should the dying members rest, S Thence He arose, ascending high, 4 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, Awake, ye nations under ground; Describing Judgment. 437 (152) EARKEN to the solemn voice, And meet Him in your heart. He comes, and bids you hope: |