Wesley Corpus

As sorrowful I, Yet always rejoice, My Lord is so nigh, So charming his voice: He whispers, and fills me With comfort and peace, And keeps, 'till he seals me Eternally his. Page 209 Afflicted, and griev'd, Forlorn, and distrest, He kindly receiv'd, And lull'd me to rest: He will not forsake me, My heavenly head, But tarry, and make me A widow indeed. Betroth'd to the Son Of God, I abide, 'Till Jesus come down And challenge his bride, To all his salvation With triumph receive, In full consummation Of glory to live. Hymns for Widows. Hymn XIV. Rest, my troubled spirit, rest, So long with tempests tost! God hath caught him to his breast, Hath found whom I have lost; Lost as for a moment's space, 'Till I after him repair, To that happy, happy place, And claim my husband there. Can a true believer doubt If souls each other know? Surely I shall find him out Whom most I priz'd below: Later, but at last, remov'd I shall then my wish obtain, Meet him with my best-belov'd, And never part again. Page 210 Happy both, no matter then Which of us went before, Both at Jesus' side are seen, And live to die no more, Both our golden harps employ, Vocal with our Saviour's name, Both the blissful sight enjoy, The presence of the Lamb. Who can tell the solid bliss Which in this hope I prove! We shall see him as he is The glorious God of love, We shall sink with all his host; All that know th' atoning blood, Sink, o'erwhelm'd, o'erpower'd, and lost, And swallow'd up in God. Hymns for Widows. Hymn XV. Who is this, that now comes up Out of the wilderness, Leaning on her strength, her hope, Her darling Prince of Peace! On her Lord, and well-belov'd Sweetly she delights to rest: Never shall she be remov'd, Who leans on Jesus' breast. See that happy soul in me By faith on Christ reclin'd! Rest from all my misery In Jesus' love I find: I a desolate mourner was, Wandered earth's wide desart o'er, 'Till I found him on the cross, And now I weep no more. Page 211