{"id":"cw/hymns/misc/025-upon-parting-with-his-friends-part-i-part-iii","corpus":"cw-hymns-misc","type":"hymn","author":"charles-wesley","title":"025 Upon Parting With His Friends Part I Part Iii","title_alt":[],"text_basis":null,"date_composed":"1740","date_precision":"year","date_note":null,"numbering":{"bicentennial":null,"jackson_running":null,"sugden":null},"source_edition":{"editor":null,"title":null,"edition":null,"place":null,"publisher":null,"year":null,"volume":null,"pages":null,"scan_url":null,"scan_page_ids":null},"transcription":{"derived_from":null,"corrected_against_scan":false,"corrector":null,"corrected_on":null},"modernization":"none","license_text":"Public Domain Mark 1.0","license_apparatus":"CC BY 4.0","wikidata":null,"prev":null,"next":null,"part_of":"cw-hymns-misc","editorial_note":null,"source_id":"cw-025-upon-parting-with-his-friends-part-i-part-iii","passage_ids":["cw-025-upon-parting-with-his-friends-part-i-part-iii-full"],"word_count":196,"themes_auto":["reign-of-god","trinity","works-mercy"],"open":true,"closed_reason":null,"legacy_ids":["cw-025-upon-parting-with-his-friends-part-i-part-iii-full"],"passages":[{"id":"cw-025-upon-parting-with-his-friends-part-i-part-iii-full","author":"charles-wesley","source_id":"cw-025-upon-parting-with-his-friends-part-i-part-iii","source_title":"025 Upon Parting With His Friends Part I Part Iii","source_type":"hymn","year":1740,"chunk_index":0,"text":"Upon Parting with His Friends. Part I Part III Part III. Why should a sinful man complain, When mildly chasten'd for his good? Start from the salutary pain, And tremble at a Father's rod? Why should I grieve his hand t' endure, Or murmur to accept my cure? Beneath th' afflictive stroke I fall, And struggle to give up my will; Weeping I own 'tis mercy all; Mercy pursues and holds me still, Kindly refuses to depart, And strongly vindicates my heart. Humbly I now the rod revere, And mercy in the judgment find; 'Tis God afflicts; I own him near; 'Tis he, 'tis he severely kind, Watches my soul with jealous care, Disdainful of a rival there. 'Tis hence my ravish'd friends I mourn, And grief weighs down my weary head, Far from my bleeding bosom torn, The dear, lov'd, dangerous joys are fled, Hence my complaining never ends, Oh! I have lost my friends, my friends! Long my reluctant folly held, Nor gave them to my God's command; Hardly at length constrain'd to yield; For Oh! The angel seiz'd my hand, Broke off my grasp, forbad my stay, And forc'd my ling'ring soul away.","word_count":196,"source_url":null,"themes":["reign-of-god","works-mercy","trinity"],"is_full_hymn":true,"created_at":"2026-01-29T18:25:09.029396"}]}