CHAPTER XIX. The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
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[My faith with joy and wonder sees]
My faith with joy and wonder sees
Jesus Thy sacred obsequies,
A burial which has power to save
From death, a burial of the grave!
It beautifies the hideous tomb,
It dissipates the frightful gloom,
Smoothly prepares my easiest bed,
The softest pillow for my head.
Jesus Thy sacred obsequies,
A burial which has power to save
From death, a burial of the grave!
It beautifies the hideous tomb,
It dissipates the frightful gloom,
Smoothly prepares my easiest bed,
The softest pillow for my head.
O that I now my wish might have,
And sink into my Saviour's grave;
O that this flesh no more oppress'd
With pain and sin, in hope might rest!
My soul disburden'd of its clay
On eagle's wings would soar away,
Behold the Sun with eagle's eyes,
And grasp my Lord in paradise.
And sink into my Saviour's grave;
O that this flesh no more oppress'd
With pain and sin, in hope might rest!
My soul disburden'd of its clay
On eagle's wings would soar away,
Behold the Sun with eagle's eyes,
And grasp my Lord in paradise.
CHAPTER XIX. The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||