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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
ANOTHER.
[Hark, a voice divides the sky!]
Hark, a voice divides the sky!
Happy are the faithful dead;
In the Lord who sweetly die,
They from all their toils are freed.
Them the Spirit hath declared
Blest, unutterably blest;
Jesus is their great Reward,
Jesus is their endless Rest.
Happy are the faithful dead;
In the Lord who sweetly die,
They from all their toils are freed.
Them the Spirit hath declared
Blest, unutterably blest;
Jesus is their great Reward,
Jesus is their endless Rest.
Follow'd by their works they go
Where their Head had gone before,
Reconciled by grace below;
Grace had open'd mercy's door:
Justified through faith alone,
Here they knew their sins forgiven,
Here they laid their burden down,
Hallow'd, and made fit for heaven.
Where their Head had gone before,
Reconciled by grace below;
Grace had open'd mercy's door:
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Here they knew their sins forgiven,
Here they laid their burden down,
Hallow'd, and made fit for heaven.
Who can now lament the lot
Of a saint in Christ deceased?
Let the world, who know us not,
Call us hopeless and unbless'd:
When from flesh the spirit freed
Hastens homeward to return,
Mortals cry, “A man is dead!”
Angels sing, “A child is born!”
Of a saint in Christ deceased?
Let the world, who know us not,
Call us hopeless and unbless'd:
When from flesh the spirit freed
Hastens homeward to return,
Mortals cry, “A man is dead!”
Angels sing, “A child is born!”
Born into the world above,
They our happy brother greet,
Bear him to the throne of love,
Place him at the Saviour's feet:
Jesus smiles, and says, “Well done,
Good and faithful servant thou,
Enter and receive Thy crown,
Reign with Me triumphant now.”
They our happy brother greet,
Bear him to the throne of love,
Place him at the Saviour's feet:
Jesus smiles, and says, “Well done,
Good and faithful servant thou,
Enter and receive Thy crown,
Reign with Me triumphant now.”
Angels catch the' approving sound,
Bow, and bless the just award,
Hail the heir with glory crown'd,
Now rejoicing with his Lord;
Fuller joys ordain'd to know,
Waiting for the general doom,
When the' archangel's trump shall blow,
“Rise, ye dead, to judgment come.”
Bow, and bless the just award,
Hail the heir with glory crown'd,
Now rejoicing with his Lord;
Fuller joys ordain'd to know,
Waiting for the general doom,
When the' archangel's trump shall blow,
“Rise, ye dead, to judgment come.”
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |