Wesley Corpus

Funeral Hymns (1746)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1746
Passage IDcw-duke-funeral-hymns-1746-003
Words377
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Reign of God Pneumatology
To waft from the valley of tears, To bear thee triumphantly home, The chariot of Israel appears, The convoy of angels is come! With envy we let thee depart, Thy happier spirit resign; The purchase of Jesus thou art, And God is eternally thine. Go then to thy glorious estate, No longer our partner in woe, No longer oppress'd with our weight, To Jesus in paradise go: Page 6 Redeem'd from a world of distress Thou hear'st the acceptable word, He bids thee depart in his peace, And die for the sight of thy Lord. Escape to a country above, Where only enjoyment is found, And springs of extatical love, And rivers of pleasure abound: No dreadful alarums of war, No famine, or sorrows, or pains, No sound of the trumpet is there, But Jesus eternally reigns. He reigns in the holiest place, He dwells in the midst of his own, And fully discovers his face, And fills them with raptures unknown; With bliss inexpressibly great Their glorified spirits o'erflow Go, sister, and share their estate, To Jesus in paradise go. O Saviour, her spirit receive, Which into thy hands we resign, And us from our sorrows retrieve, And us to our company join: Our number and glory compleat, With all that are landed before, With thee let us joyfully meet, To part and to suffer no more. Page 7 Hymn V.5 (On Sight of a Corpse.) Ah lovely appearance of death! No sight upon earth is so fair; Not all the gay pageants that breathe Can with a dead body compare: With solemn delight I survey The corpse when the spirit is fled, In love with the beautiful clay, And longing to lie in its stead. How blest is our brother, bereft Of all that could burthen his mind, How easy the soul that hath left This wearisom body behind! Of evil incapable thou, Whose relicks with envy I see, No longer in misery now, No longer a sinner like me. This earth is affected no more With sickness, or shaken with pain, The war in the members is o'er, And never shall vex him again: No anger henceforward, or shame, Shall redden this innocent clay, Extinct is the animal flame, And passion is vanish'd away.