Wesley Corpus

Of my earthly all bereav'd, Thou hast call'd, and look'd on me, Me, alas, in spirit griev'd, Me o'erwhelm'd with misery, By my other self forsook, Poor, disconsolate, distrest Thou into thine arms hast took, Made me on thy bosom rest. Page 202 Shall I then my state bemoan, Mournful state of widowhood? Can I call myself alone, Happy, happy in my God! Long with stormy troubles tost, I have now my port obtain'd, Have an earthly husband lost, Have an heavenly husband gain'd. Join'd to me my Maker is, With me still my Lord shall stay, Keep the covenant of peace, Peace, which none can take away: Never shall thy truth depart, Never shall thy grace remove, Thou hast clasp'd me to thine heart, Lov'd with an eternal love. Hymns for Widows. Hymn VIII. Happy we who trust in Jesus! Jesus turns our loss to gain: Still his balmy mercies ease us, Sweeten all our grief and pain: When he calls our friends t' inherit All the glories of the blest, He assures the widow'd spirit Thou shalt quickly be at rest. For their dead, the heathen mourning No relief like this can have, Hopeless of their late returning From the all-devouring grave: But the God of consolation Whispers better things to me, I shall share the full salvation, I the church above shall see. Page 203 Tho' my flesh and spirit languish, Can I of my lot complain! Sure at last t' out-live the anguish, Sure to find my friend again: Ransom'd from a world of sorrow, He to-day is taken home, I shall be releas'd to-morrow; Come, my full Redeemer, come! In the kingdom of thy patience Well thou knowst I daily die; Out of mighty tribulations Take me up to rest on high; From my sanctified distresses Now, or when thou wilt, retrieve, Grant me but in thine embraces After all my deaths to live. Hymns for Widows. Hymn IX. Hail holy, holy, holy Lord, Mysterious Three in One, For ever be thy name ador'd, Thy will for ever done! For this alone on earth I wait, To glorify my God; Admitted to the high estate Of sacred widowhood.