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Join'd to thy better friends above,
No longer now constrain'd
With human fiends to dwell,
Their blasphemies to feel :
Thou canst not there bemoan
Thy friends' or country's loss, Through sore oppression groan,
Or faint beneath the cross ; The joy hath swallow'd up the pain, And death is thy eternal gain.
What hath their malice done,
Who hurried hence thy soul ! When half thy race was run,
They push'd thee to the goal, Sent to the souls supremely blest, And drove thee to thy earlier rest.
Thou out of great distress
To thy reward art pass'd, Triumphant happiness,
And joys that always last : Thanks be to God, who set thee free, And gave the final victory!
Thy victory we share,
Thy glorious joy we feel ;
But join'd in spirit still :
Not for your needless aid,
Not for your useless prayers, (Jesus for us hath pray'd,
And all our burdens bears) Yet still on you we call, and cry, “ Extol the Lord of earth and sky."
Then let us still maintain
Our fellowship divine,
In Jesus' praises join ;
All worship and love
To the father above,
Who, in pity and grace,
Hath shorten'd his race,
Our friend is at rest,
In a paradise blest,
He hath shook off his clay,
He is wafted away,
Thrice happy remove
To a country above,
We thitherward tend,
We, too, shall ascend,
For this do we mourn,
Till, by angels upborne,
Caught up in the air,
We soon shall be there,
What joy shall abound,
When our brethren around
When our comrades in pain,
We embrace them again, And in Jesus's bosom eternally reign.
With loving surprise
The whole company cries, “How strangely at last are we inet in the skies!
What a wonder of grace,
Transcending our praise,
“ Poor sinners below,
Acquainted with woe,
In trials severe,
How oft did we fear We should never hold out, and should never come here !
“ Fellow-prisoners beneath,
Our sorrowful breath
Our evils so rife,
So painful our strife,
" That moment is past !
We are landed at last; We are safely arrived where our anchor was cast:
On Emmanuels land,
With a numberless band
" For a moment of pain
We on earth did sustain,
Who governs the skies
Hath banishd our sighs, And the Lamb he hath wiped all tears from our eyes.
“No uneasy alloy
Shall sully our joy, While our harps in Emmanuel's praise we employ ;
Not a dissonant string
Shall be heard while we sing,
“Our Saviour we own,
Who sits on the throne, Salvation ascribe to the Father and Son!
• We are saved by the Lamb !
Let all heaven proclaim, Let all heaven bow down to the wonderful name!
“Our Jesus surround,
With majesty crown'd,
Lo, he shows us his face !
Ye seraphim, gaze,
Thus, thus let us lie,
Till, raised by his eye,
And in rapture improve,
NOTE TO PAGE 110.
MR. CHARLES WESLEY declined to write an epitaph on Mr. Hervey; but he composed the following hymn on the occa. sion of his friend's death :
He's gone! the spotless soul is gone,
Triumphant to his place above;
The angels speed his swift remove,
Which shook so sore his dying breasta
With more transcendent raptures blest,
Salvation, praise to Christ he gives ;
According to his works receives ;
In God's own portraiture complete,
He casts his crown at Jesus' feet,
Father, to us vouchsafe the grace,
Which brought our friend victorious through ;
Let us his steadfast faith pursue,
The well-fought fight our brother won;
He cast the dire accuser down;
In vain the Gnostic tempter tried
With guile his upright heart t' ensnare ;
No room for sin when Christ was there ;
Free from the antinomian leaven,
And, labouring for the rest of heaven,
Have clasp'd thee, Saviour, in my heart,
And keep the faith, and win the prize!
Our hallow'd spirits to the skies,
NOTE TO PAGE 111.
MR. CHARLES WESLEY wrote the following hymns on the death of Mr. Grimshaw. We copy them from his own maBuscript:
Thanks be to God, whose truth, and power,
And faithful mercies never end;
And bids our spotless souls ascend !
The giver of all-conquering grace;
And shows him there his open face.
The Father's fulness in his Son,