Wesley Corpus

Funeral Hymns (1746)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1746
Passage IDcw-duke-funeral-hymns-1746-002
Words383
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Reign of God Assurance
Hosannah to Jesus on high! Another is enter'd his rest, Another is 'scap'd to the sky, And lodg'd in Immanuel's breast: The soul of our sister is gone To heighten the triumph above, Exalted to Jesus's throne, And clasp'd in the arms of his love. 2Stanzas 5 6 are omitted in the 4th edn. (1765) and following. Page 4 What fulness of rapture is there, While Jesus his glory displays, And purples the heavenly air, And scatters the odours of grace! He looks and his servants in light, The blessing ineffable meet! He smiles and they faint at the sight, And fall overwhelm'd at his feet! How happy the angels that fall, Transported at Jesus's name! The saints whom he soonest shall call To share in the feast of the Lamb! No longer imprison'd in clay, Who next from his dungeon shall fly, Who first shall be summon'd away? My merciful God is it I! O Jesus, if this is3 thy will That suddenly I should depart, Thy counsel4 of mercy reveal, And whisper the call to my heart: O give me a signal to know If soon thou wouldst have me remove, And leave the dull body below, And fly to the regions of love. Thou know'st in the spirit of prayer I groan for a speedy release, And long have I pin'd to be there Where sorrow and misery cease: Where all the temptation is past, And loss and affliction is o'er, And anguish is ended at last, And trouble and death are no more. 3"Is" changed to "be" in 2nd edn. (1746) and following. 4Ori., "council"; corrected in 4th edn. (1765) and following. Page 5 Come then to my rescue (I pray For this, and for nothing beside) Make ready, and bear me away, Thy weary disconsolate bride: The days of my mourning and pain Cut short, and in pity set free, And give me to rest, and to reign For ever, and ever in thee. Hymn IV. (For One Just Departing.) O sister in Jesus, arise, And joyful his summons obey; He beckons thee up to the skies, In mercy he calls thee away: His pity hath sign'd thy release, Return to thy native abode, Make haste to the mansions of bliss, And fly to the bosom of God.