Wesley Corpus

They our happy brother greet ; Bear him to the throne of Love, Place him at the Saviour's feet : Jesus smiles, and says, " Well done, Good and faithful servant thou ; Enter, and receive thy crown ; Reign with me triumphant now." 5 Angels catch the' approving sound, Bow, and bless the just award ; Hail the heir with glory crown'd, Now rejoicing with his Lord : Fuller joys ordain'd to know, Waiting for the general doom, When the' Archangel's trump shall blow, " Rise, ye dead, to judgment come! " Describing Death. OO HYMN. 52. 2-6's, g- 4-7's. 1 A GAIN we lift our voice, ■^-*- And shout our solemn joys ; Cause of highest raptures this, Raptures that shall never fail ; See a soul escaped to bliss, Keep the Christian Festival. 2 Our friend is gone before To that celestial shore ; He hath left his mates behind, He hath all the storms outrode ! Found the rest we toil to find, Landed in the arms of God 3 And shall we mourn to see Our fellow -prisoner free ? -- Free from doubts, and griefs, and fears, In the haven of the skies ? Can we weep to see the tears Wiped for ever from his eyes ? 4 No, dear companion, no; We gladly let thee go, From a suffering church beneath, To a reigning church above : Thou hast more than conquer'd death ; Thou art crown'd with life and love. Thou, in thy youthful prime, Hast leap'd the bounds of time : Suddenly from earth released, Lo ! we now rejoice for thee ; Taken to an early rest, Caught into eternity. &v Describing Death. (> Thither may we repair, That glorious bliss to share ; We shall see the welcome clay, We shall to the summons bow : Come, Redeemer, come away : Now prepare, and take us now ! On the Death of a Widow. 1 f^ 1VE glory to Jesus our Head, ^Jr With all that encompass his throne ; A widow, a widow indeed, A mother in Israel is gone ! The winter of trouble is past ; The storms of affliction are o'er ; Her struggle is ended at last, And sorrow and death are no more. 2 The soul hath o'ertaken her mate,