Wesley Corpus

I come, thy servant, Lord, replies, I come to meet thee in the skies, And claim my heavenly rest: Now let the pilgrim's journey end, Now, O my Saviour, brother, friend, Receive me to thy breast. Hymn LXXIX.109 God of all consolation, take The glory of thy grace, Thy gifts to thee we render back In ceaseless songs of praise. Not unto us, but thee! O Lord, Glory to thee be given, For every gracious thought and word, That brought us nearer heaven. Further'd in faith, or hope, or love, The praise to thee we give, 109First appeared in Redemption Hymns (1747), 68-70. Page 82 Thy gifts descending from above We only can receive: The gift, the grace, the work is thine, If ours the ministry, We bow, and bless the hand divine, All, all descends from thee. Thro' thee we now together came, In singleness of heart, We met, O Jesus, in thy name, And in thy name we part: We part in body, not in mind, Our minds continue one, And each to each in Jesus join'd, We hand in hand go on. Subsists as in us all one soul, No power can make us twain, And mountains rise, and oceans roll, To sever us in vain. Present we still in spirit are, And intimately nigh, While on the wings of faith and prayer, We each to other fly. With Jesus Christ together we In heavenly places sit, Cloth'd with the sun, we smile to see The moon beneath our feet. Our life is hid with Christ in God, Our life shall soon appear, And spread his glory all abroad In all his members here. The heavenly treasure now we have In a mean house of clay, Which he shall to the utmost save, And guard against that day. Page 83 Our souls are in his mighty hand, And he will keep them still, And you and I shall surely stand With him on Sion's hill. Him eye to eye we there shall see, Our face like his shall shine: O what a glorious company, When saints and angels join! O what a joyful meeting there! In robes of white array'd, Palms in our hands we all shall bear, And crowns upon our head.