Wesley Corpus

Beyond the reach of sin and hell He finds his place above, Built on the Rock impregnable Of everlasting love: Immortal bread he still receives, The Spirit's fresh supplies, And drinks the chrystal stream, and lives A life that never dies. Go on, thrice happy soul, go on, That heavenly land to see, To see the King of saints come down In glorious majesty; Page 333 Fairer than all the sons of men, Than all the sons of light, Look and thy great reward obtain In that most blissful sight! "Thine eyes shall see the king in his beauty: they shall behold the land that is very far off." Isa. xxxiii. 17. I long to behold him array'd With glory and light from above, The King in his beauty display'd, His beauty of holiest love: I languish and die to be there Where Jesus hath fix'd his abode: O when shall we meet in the air, And fly to the mountain of God! With him I on Sion shall stand, (For Jesus hath spoken the word,) The breadth of Immanuel's land Survey by the light of my Lord: But when on thy bosom reclin'd Thy face I am strengthen'd to see, My fulness of rapture I find, My heaven of heavens in thee. "The inhabitant shall not say, I am sick." Isa. xxxiii. 24. How happy the people that dwell Secure in the city above! No pain the inhabitants feel, No sickness or sorrow shall prove: Physician of souls, unto me Forgiveness and holiness give, And then from the body set free, And then to the city receive. "Your God will come, and save you." Isa. xxxv. 4. I nothing else require, If thou my Saviour be; Salvation I desire, Because it comes with thee: Page 334 Thou, Lord, and thou alone My whole salvation art, Come, and erect thy throne Eternal in my heart. "I am oppressed, undertake for me." Isa. xxxviii. 14. Bound in sin and misery Jesus undertake for me, Come to rescue the opprest, Come to bring the weary rest: Lord, if longer thou delay, Finally I fall away: Wilt thou suffer it to be, Lose a soul redeem'd by thee?