Wesley Corpus

Ah, sister in Jesus adieu! Thy warfare is happily o'er; Thy spirit hath fought its way thro', And pitch'd on the heavenly shore: Thy course upon earth is all run, The days of thy mourning are past, The joys that above thou hast won For ever and ever shall last. O blessed estate of the dead, The dead that have died in the Lord! From trouble and misery freed, And sure of their endless reward: By sorrow no longer opprest, When join'd to the spirits above, With Jesus in glory they rest, They rest in the arms of his love. O when will the Saviour extend The arms of his mercy to me! The days of my pilgrimage end, My soul from its prison set free? When will the dear moment arrive, Which long I have pin'd for in vain: And still I would die to revive, And suffer with Jesus to reign. Ah! Give me to bow my faint head, My sorrowful soul to resign, From pain everlastingly freed, To sink on the bosom divine; My Saviour, why dost thou delay To call a poor wanderer home? Come quickly, and bear me away; The bride and the Spirit say, Come! Page 3 Hymn II. Rejoice for a brother deceas'd, (Our loss is his infinite gain) A soul out of prison releas'd, And freed from its bodily chain: With songs let us follow his flight, And mount with his spirit above, Escap'd to the mansions of light, And lodg'd in the Eden of love. Our brother the haven hath gain'd, Out-flying the tempest and wind, His rest he hath sooner obtain'd, And left his companions behind; Still toss'd on a sea of distress, Hard toiling to make the blest shore, Where all is assurance and peace, And sorrow and sin are no more. There all the ship's company meet, Who sail'd with the Saviour beneath, With shouting each other they greet, And triumph o'er trouble and death: The voyage of life's at an end, The mortal affliction is past, The age that in heaven they spend For ever and ever shall last. Hymn III.2