Wesley Corpus

Upon Parting with His Friends. [Part] I Source: Hymns and Sacred Poems (1740), Part I Author: Charles Wesley (attributed) --- Upon Parting with His Friends. [Part] I. Cease, foolish heart, thy fond complaints, Nor heave with unavailing sighs, Equal is God to all thy wants, The hungry soul himself supplies. Gladly thy every wish resign; Thou canst not want, if God is thine. Stop this full current of thy tears, Or pour for sin th’ ennobled flood: Look up, my soul, shake off thy fears, Or fear to lose a gracious God: To him, thy only rest, return; In vain for him thou canst not mourn. Still vex’d and troubled is my heart? Still wails my soul the penal loss? Ling’ring I groan with all to part, I groan to bear the grievous cross; The grievous cross I fain would fly, Or sink beneath its weight, and die. Sad soothing thought! To lose my cares, And silently resign my breath! Cut off a length of wretched years, And steal an unsuspected death; Now to lay down my weary head, And lift it--free among the dead!