Wesley Corpus

O what cordial consolation Doth this blessed hope afford! We shall gain his full salvation, We shall meet our smiling Lord: We shall soon appear before thee, Shall the stars and sun outshine, Shout among the sons of glory, All immortal, all divine. Jesus, our exalted Jesus, Cloath'd in light, shall bow the sky, Shall from all our griefs release us, All our wants at once supply: Page 305 Grief, and curse, and death are over, Pain and sin no more molest, When we once the port recover, Land on our Redeemer's breast. Shall we there in plaintive passion Our disastrous lot bewail, There regret our separation For a moment in the vale? Or in Christ again united, Heart to heart, and soul to soul, Triumph each in each delighted, While eternal ages roll? For this hope display'd before us Bear we now the destin'd cross, Waiting, 'till our Lord restore us, Amply recompense our loss, Crown our soul's supreme ambition, Bid us hand in hand ascend, Rapt into the blissful vision Of our everlasting friend. Hymns for Christian Friends. Hymn XXXV. Away my needless fears, And doubts no longer mine! A ray of heavenly light appears, A messenger divine: Thrice comfortable hope That calms my stormy breast, My Father's hand prepares the cup, And what he wills is best. Page 306 He knows whate'er I want, He sees my helplesness, And always readier is to grant Than I to ask his grace: My fearful heart he reads, Secures my soul from harms, And underneath his mercy spreads Its everlasting arms. Here is firm footing, here, My soul, is solid rock, To break the waves of grief and fear, And trouble's rudest shock: This only can sustain When earth and heaven remove: O turn thee to thy rest again, Thy God's eternal love. To God again I turn, And shelter in his breast, His will (let me rejoice or mourn) His will is surely best: His skill infallible, His providential grace, His power, and truth, that never fail, Shall order all my ways. The random-blows of chance, The being I defy, Whose life's minutest circumstance Is subject to his eye: He hears the ravens call; Nor can his children grieve, Nor can a worthless sparrow fall Without my Father's leave.