Wesley Corpus

Will not the righteous judge bestow The prize on all who seek him here, And long, while sojourning below, To see their much-lov'd Lord appear? He will (our hearts cry out) he will These eager wishes more than meet, These infinite desires fulfil, And make our happiness compleat. We all shall see our life appear, (Our hidden life in Jesus found) Our dust th' archangel's voice shall hear, And kindle at the trumpet's sound. O what a soul-o'erpow'ring thought! 'Tis extasy too great to bear! We all at once shall be upcaught, And meet our Jesus in the air. 10"Strugglings" changed to "struggling" in 4th edn. (1765) and following. Page 14 Eternity stands forth in sight! We plunge us in that boundless sea, Expatiate in those plains of light, The regions of eternity! Ev'n now we taste the heav'nly powers, The glorious joys of angels prove, A whole eternity is ours, A whole eternity of love! Hymn X. (On the Death of Mrs. Anne Cowper.)11 And is the struggle past, And hath she groan'd her last? Rise, my soul, and take thy flight, Haste, th' ascending triumph share, Trace her to the plains of light, Grasp her happy spirit there! I know her now possest Of everlasting rest! Now I find her lodg'd above, Now her heavenly joy I feel, Extasy of joy and love, Glorious and unspeakable. I triumph in her bliss; The proof, the token this! This my dying friend's bequest, This the answer of her prayer, Speaks her entred into rest, Tells me I shall meet her there.