Wesley Corpus

And let our bodies part, To different climes repair, Inseparably join'd in heart The friends of Jesus are: Jesus the corner-stone, Did first our souls unite; And still he holds, and keeps us one, Who walk with him in white. Page 318 Then let us still proceed In Jesu's work below, And following our triumphant head, To farther conquests go; The vineyard of the Lord Before his labourers lies; And lo! We see the vast reward That waits us in the skies. O let our heart, and mind Continually ascend, That haven of repose to find, Where all our labours end, Where all our grief is o'er, Our suffering, and our pain: Who meet on that eternal shore Shall never part again. O happy, happy place, Where saints and angels meet! There we shall see each other's face, And all our brethren greet, The church of the first-born, We shall with them be blest, And crown'd with endless joy return To our eternal rest. With joy we shall behold In yonder blest abode The patriarchs and prophets old, And all the saints of God; Abraham and Isaac there, And Jacob shall receive The followers of their faith and prayer, Who now in bodies live. We shall our time beneath Live out in chearful hope, And fearless pass the vale of death, And gain the mountain-top: To gather home his own God shall his angels send, Page 319 And bid our bliss on earth begun In endless115 triumphs end. Part II. O let us ever dwell On the transporting thought! We shall the joys of Jesus feel, Up to his bosom caught; We shall his glory see, In silent raptures gaze, The man that hung upon the tree We shall behold his face. Shall soon behold our God, But not as crucified; The Lamb his vesture dipt in blood At last hath laid aside: As God's eternal Son He now appears above, And sits upon his dazling throne Of everlasting love. Is this the Man of Woe, Whom glorious now we see! The man who suffer'd want below, And shame, and agony! Who here insulted was, And scourg'd, and crucified, Hung pierc'd, and naked on the cross, And bled, and groan'd, and died!