The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

Give glory to Jesus our Head,
With all that encompass His throne!
A widow, a widow indeed,
A mother in Israel is gone:
The winter of trouble is past,
The storms of affliction are o'er,
Her struggle is ended at last,
And sorrow and death are no more.

The soul hath o'ertaken her mate,
And caught him again in the sky,
Advanced to her happy estate,
And pleasure that never shall die,
Where glorified spirits by sight
Converse in their holy abode,
As stars in the firmament bright,
And pure as the angels of God.

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Inflamed with seraphical love,
Combined in a manner unknown,
Not given in marriage above,
Or given to Jesus alone,
The just, who admitted by grace
That first resurrection attain,
With rapture each other embrace,
And one with the Deity reign.

O heaven! what a triumph is there,
While all in His praises agree,
His beautiful character bear,
And shine with the glory they see!
The glory of God and the Lamb
(While all in the ecstasy join)
Darts into their spiritual frame,
And gives the enjoyment Divine.

In loud hallelujahs they sing,
And harmony echoes His praise,
When lo! the celestial King
Pours out the full light of His face!
The joy neither angel nor saint
Can bear so ineffably great,
But see! the whole company faint,
And heaven is found—at His feet!

University of Virginia Library

CLVIII. THE SAME. ON THE DEATH OF A WIDOW.

Hymn 19.