Wesley Corpus

Moral and Sacred Poems 3-206ff (1744)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1744
Passage IDcw-duke-moral-and-sacred-poems-3-206ff-1744-037
Words373
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Reign of God Christology Communion
Tenant of my troubled breast, Yet a little longer sigh, Death shall shortly give thee rest; Fluttering heart, the rest is nigh, 14Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Cheshunt, 202-203; MS Clarke, 167-68; MS Richmond Tracts, 9-10; and MS Shent, 156a. Page 267 Flutter, till the strife is o'er, Beat a while, and beat no more. Wakeful eyes, for your repose Yet a little longer weep, Death your weary lids shall close, Seal them up in lasting sleep: Haste, your latest sorrows pour, Weep mine eyes, and weep no more. Tears and eyes, and heart shall fail, This my fainting spirit chears, I have well-nigh pass'd the vale, Travell'd thro' my mournful years, Glory to my Lord I give, Here I have not long to live. Grief hath shook the house of clay, Grief hath sap'd the ground of life, Grief hath hasten'd on the day; Grief shall quickly end the strife, Grief shall soul and body part, Grief for sin shall break my heart. Another Desiring to Be Dissolv'd.15 Soothing soul-composing thought! I shall soon my haven gain, Out of mind, and clean forgot, Far from trouble, far from pain, 15Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Cheshunt, 203-204; MS Clarke, 168-69; MS Richmond Tracts, 10-11; and MS Shent, 156b. Page 268 Of my quiet grave possest, I shall be with those that rest. Let me on the image dwell, Glory o'er my mouldring clay: Feeble limbs, ye soon shall fail, Life shall shortly pass away, I shall yield my wretched breath, Sink into the dust of death. Swift as air my moments fly, Less and less the destin'd store. Time like me makes haste to die, Time and sin shall be no more, Sin, shall here its period have, Time be buried in my grave. Drooping soul, rejoice, rejoice, Here thou hast not long to stay, Listen for the Bridegroom's voice, Rise, my love, and come away, Hasten to thy Lord above, Rise, and come away, my love. Lo! I at thy summons come, This frail tabernacle leave; Thou art my eternal home, Now, O Lord, my soul receive, Take me to thy loving breast, Take me to thy heavenly rest. Page 269 Another Desiring to Be Dissolv'd.16