Wesley Corpus

Transient our life, and dark, and vain, With empty joy and solid woe, It never can return again, Soon as our dream is past below, Its darkness ends in perfect night, Or glorious everlasting light. "Now bless the Lord your God." I. Chron. xxix. 20. O Lord our God, we bless thee now, To thee our souls and bodies bow, With humblest awe fall down before Thy throne, and joyfully adore; God of our ancestors we praise, The Father, Son, and Spirit of grace, One glorious God in Persons Three, Our God thro' all eternity. Page 197 "All the congregation blessed the Lord God of their fathers, and bowed down their heads, and worshipped the Lord and the king." I. Chron. xxix. 20. Whoe'er the King of kings adore, Must reverence his vicegerent here, Not earth and hell with all their power Can separate loyalty and fear: And hence the man set up by thee, Great God, thy faithful people own, In him thy royal image see, And bow before the British throne. "He died full of days, riches, and honour." I. Chron. xxix. 28. Full, but not satisfied With wealth and pomp, he died: Wealth, and pomp, and length of days, Could not fill a deathless soul Made to feast on Jesu's grace, While eternal ages roll. Jesus, my soul to fill Thy blessed self reveal, Come, and bring me from above All the life of righteousness, All the riches of thy love, All the glories of thy grace. "He died full of days, riches, and honour." I. Chron. xxix. 28. O 'tis enough! I ask no more, Full of a few sad sinful days, Sated with life, 'till life is o'er I languish to conclude my race, And silently resign my breath, And sink into the shades of death. This earth without regret I leave, Impatient for my heavenly rest: Saviour, my weary soul receive, Take a sad pilgrim to thy breast, Who only live, and die, to be Restor'd, resorb'd, and lost in thee.