Wesley Corpus

1 ("\ WHEN shall we sweetly remove, ^-^ O when shall we enter our rest, Return to the Sion above, The mother of spirits distrest ! That city of God the great King, Where sorrow and death are no more ; But saints our Immanuel sing, And cherub and seraph adore. 2 Not all the archangels can tell The joys of that holiest place, Where Jesus is pleased to reveal The light of his heavenly face ; When caught in the rapturous flame, The sight beatific they prove, And walk in the light of the Lamb, Enjoying the beams of his love. 3 Thou know'st, in the spirit of prayer, We long thy appearing to see, Resign'd to the burden we bear, But longing to triumph with thee : 'Tis good at thy word to be here, 'Tis better in thee to be gone, And see thee in glory appear, And rise to a share in thy throne. 4 To mourn for thy coming is sweet, To weep at thy longer delay ; But thou, whom we hasten to meet, Shalt chase all our sorrows away. bob Time, Death, and The tears shall he wiped from our eyes, When thee we behold in the cloud, And echo the joys of the skies, And shout to the trumpet of God. HYMN 728. cm. The heavenly Canaan. 1 ^pHERE is a land of pure delight, ■*■ 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 dress'd in living green : So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan roll'd 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 thoughts 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. the future State. 657 HYMN 729. p m The last Judgment. 1 IFT your heads, ye friends of Jesus, -■-- ' Partners in his sufferings here ; Christ, to all believers precious,