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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
WRITTEN JANUARY 7TH, 1768.
Solemn, memorable day
That snatch'd my darling son away!
Calm I welcome thy return,
Which summons me again to mourn,
After a sad length of years
To pour again my selfish tears,
To bleed with undiminish'd smart,
And feel the recent wound of heart.
That snatch'd my darling son away!
Calm I welcome thy return,
Which summons me again to mourn,
After a sad length of years
To pour again my selfish tears,
To bleed with undiminish'd smart,
And feel the recent wound of heart.
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Time may gently bring relief,
Assuage or cure a common grief:
I no end of sorrow see,
Till harbour'd in eternity:
Then, my God, and not before,
My penal woes shall all be o'er,
And gloomy sorrow flee away
At the first dawn of endless day.
Assuage or cure a common grief:
I no end of sorrow see,
Till harbour'd in eternity:
Then, my God, and not before,
My penal woes shall all be o'er,
And gloomy sorrow flee away
At the first dawn of endless day.
Now, accepting my distress,
I suffer out my evil days;
Softly toward the tomb I tread,
Myself lamenting, not the dead,
Till my Life in death appears,
And Jesus, banishing my fears,
Cheers by the beauties of His face,
O'erwhelms me with the glorious blaze.
I suffer out my evil days;
Softly toward the tomb I tread,
Myself lamenting, not the dead,
Till my Life in death appears,
And Jesus, banishing my fears,
Cheers by the beauties of His face,
O'erwhelms me with the glorious blaze.
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |