Wesley Corpus

Yes, thou art surely gone before; We see thee, Lord, on earth no more, And for thy absence mourn; But lo! We on thy word depend; Our griefs and miseries to end Thou wilt at last return. Soon as thou hast our place prepar'd, And made us meet for our reward, Thou wilt come back again, Wilt to thyself our souls receive With thee eternally to live, Eternally to reign. Hymn VI. Sinners, rejoice; your peace is made, Your Saviour on the cross hath bled, Your God, in Jesus reconcil'd, On all his works again hath smil'd, Hath grace thro' him and blessing given To all in earth and all in heaven. Angels, rejoice in Jesus' grace, And vie with man's more favour'd race, The blood that did for us atone Confer'd on you some gift unknown, Page 11 Your joys thro' Jesus' pains abound, Ye triumph by his glorious wound. Or 'stablish'd and confirm'd by him Who did our lower world redeem, Secure ye keep your blest estate Firm on an everlasting seat, Or rais'd above yourselves, aspire, In bliss improv'd, in glory higher. Him ye beheld, our conquering God, Return with garments roll'd in blood! Ye saw, and kindled at the sight, And fill'd with shouts the realms of light, With loudest hallelujahs met, And fell and kiss'd his bleeding feet. Ye saw him in the courts above With all his recent prints of love: The wounds, the blood! Ye heard its voice That heighten'd all your highest joys, Ye felt it sprinkled thro' the skies, And shar'd that better sacrifice. But who of all your hosts can tell The mystic bliss unspeakable, The joy that issu'd from his side, And how the pure it purified, The grace supreme by Jesus given, When heaven itself was double heaven! Nor angel-tongues can e'er express Th' unutterable happiness, Nor human hearts can e'er conceive The bliss wherein thro' Christ ye live, But all your heaven, ye glorious powers, And all your God is doubly ours! Hebrews IX. 23. Page 12 Hymn VII. Jesus, to thee we fly, On thee for help rely: Thou our only refuge art, Thou dost all our fears controul, Rest of every troubled heart, Life of every dying soul.