Wesley Corpus

Page 206 My life, like Anna, I Will in thy temple spend, 'Till taken to the church on high, Where prayer in praise shall end. Hymns for Widows. Hymn XI. Thanks be to God alone Who comforts the distrest! His faithful word I own, Which speaks the mourner blest: A daughter of affliction, I On Jesus cast my care, And for my native country sigh, And for my kindred there. My company is gone Over the stream before, And lo! I hasten on To yon eternal shore: That happy sharer of my heart I there again shall find, Where time and death can never part The souls in Jesus join'd. I quickly shall o'ertake My dear departed friend, Receiv'd for Jesus' sake To joys that never end: Ev'n now I taste the blessed hope Thro' Jesu's passion given, It swallows all my sorrows up, And turns this earth to heaven. Page 207 Whom next to God I love, He beckons me away, To solemnize above Our second bridal-day: I come, my longing soul replies, To Jesu's arms I come, And force my passage to the skies, And fly triumphant home. Hymns for Widows. Hymn XII. Rise, my soul, the dawn appears Of that eternal day! Quit in hope the vale of tears, And mount, and soar away! Darting thro' this lower air, Quick as a seraphic flame, Rise, the marriage-feast to share, The marriage of the Lamb. In the wedding-garb of love By heavenly pity drest, I shall soon sit down above At that celestial feast; To my elder brethren join'd, I shall there my partner see, In the arms of Jesus find The soul that twinn'd with me. There we shall with transport meet, And see our Saviour's face, Moses', Jesu's song repeat, In extasy of praise: Page 208 Bright as his our bodies are, Like the head the members shine, All our open foreheads bear The glorious stamp divine. With the high and lofty one We dwell in bliss supreme, Share the pleasures of his throne, And taste the chrystal stream, Banquet on angelic food, Father, Son, and Spirit know, Drink the joys that flow from God, And shall forever flow. Hymns for Widows. Hymn XIII. All worship and praise Are Jesus's due, So plenteous in grace So faithful and true! In great tribulation His fulness I prove, His strength of salvation, His riches of love.