Wesley Corpus

Givest us the victory; True and faithful to thy word, Thou hast glorified thy Son, Jesus Christ, our dying Lord, He for us the fight hath won. 2 Lo ! the prisoner is released, Lighten'd of his fleshly load ; Where the wearv are at rest, He is gather' d into God ! Lo ! the pain of life is past, All his warfare now is o'er ; Death and hell behind are cast, Grief and suffering are no more. Describing Death. &0 vs Yes, the Christian's course is run, Ended is the glorious strife ; Fought the light, the work is done Death is swallovv'd up of life ! Borne by angels on their wings, Far from earth the spirit flies, Finds his God, and sits, and sings, Triumphing in Paradise. Join we then, with one accord, In the new, the joyful song : Absent from our loving Lord We shall not continue long : We shall quit the house of clay, We a better lot shall share ; We shall see the realms of day, Meet our happy brother there. Let the world bewail their dead, Fondly of their loss complain ; Brother, friend, by Jesus freed, Death to thee, to us, is gain ; Thou art enter' d into joy : Let the unbelievers mourn ; We in songs our lives employ, Till we all to God return. HYMN 51. 7's. 1 TTARK ! a voice divides the sky, -*- -*- Happy are the faithful dead ! In the Lord who sweetly die, They from all their toils are freed Them the Spirit hath declared Blest, unutterably blest : Jesus is their great Reward, Jesus is their endless Rest £>4 Describing Death. 2 Follow'd by their works, they go Where their Head hath gone before ; Reconciled by grace below, Grace had open'd Mercy's door ; Justified through faith alone, Here they knew their sins forgiven ; Here they laid their burden down, Hallovv'd, and made meet for heaven. 3 Who can now lament the lot Of a saint in Christ deceased : Let the world, who know us not, Call us hopeless and unbless'd • When from flesh the spirit freed, Hastens homeward to return, Mortals cry, " A man is dead ! " Angels sing, " A child is born ! " 4 Born into the world above,