Wesley Corpus

A Collection of Hymns (1780)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1780
Passage IDcw-hymns-1780-353
Words398
Sourcehttps://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html
Christology
" 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,