A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-353 |
| Words | 398 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
" Arise, my love, make haste away !
Go, get thee up, and die.
O'er death, who now has lost his sting,
I give thee victory ;
And with me my reward I bring,
I bring my heaven for thee.''
4 O what hath Jesus bought for me !
Before my ravish'd eyes
Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of paradise :
They flourish in perpetual bloom,
Fruit every month they give ;
And to the healing leaves who come
Eternally shall live.
5 I see a world of spirits hright,
Who reap the pleasures there ;
They all are robed in purest white,
And conquering palms they bear :
Adorn'd by their Redeemer's grace,
They close pursue the Lamb ;
And every shining front displays
The' unutterable name.
(> They drink the vivifying stream,
They pluck the' ambrosial fruit,
And each records the praise of Him
Who tuned his golden lute :
At once they strike the' harmonious wire,
And hymn the great Three- One :
He hears ; he smiles ; and all the choir
Fall down before his throne.
7 O what are all my sufferings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptured host to' appear,
And worship at thy feet !
664 Time, Death, and the future State
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away :
I come, to find them all again
In that eternal day.
HYMN 735. c. m.
" Of whom the whole family in heaven and earth
is named."
1 ^^OME, let us join our friends above
^-/ That have obtained the prize,
And on the eagle wings of love
To joys celestial rise :
Let all the saints terrestrial sing,
With those to glory gone ;
For all the servants of our King,
In earth and heaven, are one.
2 One family we dwell in him,
One church above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream, of death :
One army of the living God,
To his command we bow ;
Part of his host have cross'd the flood,
And part are crossing now.
3 Ten thousand to their endless home
This solemn moment fly ;
And we are to the margin come,
And we expect to die :
His militant embodied host,
With wishful looks we stand,
And long to see that happy coast,