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==General information==
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This is an hymn by [[Charles Wesley]], published in ''Funeral Hymns'', 1746, pp. 12-14, Hymn 9, subtitled ''On the death of Robert Jones, Esq.'' Meter is {{CiteCat|88. 88 (L.M.)}}.


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1, Thanks be to God, whose faithful love
Hath called another to his breast,
Translated him to joys above,
To mansions of eternal rest.


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2. Ripe for the glorious harvest made,
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He first was saved from inbred sin;
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The angel then his charge obeyed,
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And thrust the mortal sickle in.


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3. He the good fight of faith hath won,
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He heard with joy the welcome word;
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“Hither come up (thy work is done)
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And reign for ever with thy Lord.”
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4. By ministerial spirits convey’d,
Lodged in the garner of the sky,
He rests, in Abraham’s bosom laid,
He lives with God, no more to die.}}
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5. Thanks be to God, through Christ alone,
Who gave our friend the victory:
O Master, say to me, Well done!
May I rejoice to die in thee.
6. Thus may we all our warfare end,
In struggling to the upper skies
Our last triumphant moments spend
And grasp in death the immortal prize.
7. O that we all may thus break through,
The crown with holy violence seize,
The starry crown to conquest due,
The crown of life and righteousness.
8. Will not the righteous judge bestow
The prize on all who seek him here,
And long, while sojourning below,
To see their much-loved Lord appear?}}
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9. He will (our hearts cry out) he will
These eager wishes more than meet,
These infinite desires fulfill,
And make our happiness complete.
10. We all shall see our life appear,
(Our hidden life in Jesus found)
Our dust the archangel’s voice shall hear,
And kindle at the trumpet’s sound.
11. O what a soul-o’er-powering thought!
’Tis ecstasy too great to bear!
We all at once shall be upcaught,
And meet our Jesus in the air.
12. Eternity stands forth in sight!
We plunge us in that boundless sea,
Expatiate in those plains of light,
The regions of eternity!}}
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13. E'en now we taste the heavenly powers,
The glorious joys of angels prove,
A whole eternity is ours,
A whole eternity of love!}}
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Latest revision as of 17:54, 23 March 2024

General information

This is an hymn by Charles Wesley, published in Funeral Hymns, 1746, pp. 12-14, Hymn 9, subtitled On the death of Robert Jones, Esq. Meter is 88. 88 (L.M.).

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1, Thanks be to God, whose faithful love
Hath called another to his breast,
Translated him to joys above,
To mansions of eternal rest.

2. Ripe for the glorious harvest made,
He first was saved from inbred sin;
The angel then his charge obeyed,
And thrust the mortal sickle in.

3. He the good fight of faith hath won,
He heard with joy the welcome word;
“Hither come up (thy work is done)
And reign for ever with thy Lord.”

4. By ministerial spirits convey’d,
Lodged in the garner of the sky,
He rests, in Abraham’s bosom laid,
He lives with God, no more to die.

 

5. Thanks be to God, through Christ alone,
Who gave our friend the victory:
O Master, say to me, Well done!
May I rejoice to die in thee.

6. Thus may we all our warfare end,
In struggling to the upper skies
Our last triumphant moments spend
And grasp in death the immortal prize.

7. O that we all may thus break through,
The crown with holy violence seize,
The starry crown to conquest due,
The crown of life and righteousness.

8. Will not the righteous judge bestow
The prize on all who seek him here,
And long, while sojourning below,
To see their much-loved Lord appear?

 

9. He will (our hearts cry out) he will
These eager wishes more than meet,
These infinite desires fulfill,
And make our happiness complete.

10. We all shall see our life appear,
(Our hidden life in Jesus found)
Our dust the archangel’s voice shall hear,
And kindle at the trumpet’s sound.

11. O what a soul-o’er-powering thought!
’Tis ecstasy too great to bear!
We all at once shall be upcaught,
And meet our Jesus in the air.

12. Eternity stands forth in sight!
We plunge us in that boundless sea,
Expatiate in those plains of light,
The regions of eternity!

 

13. E'en now we taste the heavenly powers,
The glorious joys of angels prove,
A whole eternity is ours,
A whole eternity of love!

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