Wesley Corpus

Long was he tost below On life's tempestuous sea, 27MARC, MA 1977/157, JW III.8 has "might" instead of "may." 28"Her" changed to "and" in 1769 edn. 29John Meriton (ca. 1698-1753), a graduate of Cambridge and evangelical Anglican priest, was drawn by Whitefield into the Methodist fold and became a traveling companion of John and Charles Wesley for several years. Page 29 Born to a double share of woe, And weight of misery, Tortur'd by cruel fears, By flattering hopes deceiv'd, He wandred thro' the vale of tears, And rather died than liv'd. The soul is now at rest, The exile roams no more, Of his inheritance possest On that celestial shore: A lot that cannot fade, A life that cannot die, An house by hands immortal made, A mansion in the sky. Jesus, take all the praise, The praise is all thy due; And save us by the word of grace, And make us conquerors too: The word thy servant spoke, And found its saving power, Let us believe, obey and look For death's triumphant hour. O that we then like him Might quietly resign The souls thou sufferdst to redeem, Into those hands of thine! O that we then might prove Like him, the crowning grace, And join our glittering friends above In everlasting lays. Page 30 Hymn XVI. On the Death of Mr. Lampe.30 'Tis done! The sovereign will's obey'd, The soul by angel-guards convey'd Has took its seat on high; The brother of my choice is gone, To musick sweeter than his own, And concerts in the sky. His spirit mounting on the wing, Rejoic'd to hear the convoy sing, While harping at his side: With ease he caught their heavenly strain, And smil'd, and sung in mortal pain, He sung, and smil'd, and died. Inroll'd with that harmonious throng, He hears th' unutterable song, Th' unutterable name: He sees the Master of the quire, He bows, and strikes the golden lyre, And hymns the glorious Lamb. He hymns the glorious Lamb alone; No more constrain'd to make his moan In this sad wilderness, To toil for sublunary pay, And cast his sacred strains away, And stoop the world to please.