If death my friend and me divide,
Thou dost not, Lord, my sorrow chide,
Or frown my tears to see;
Restrained from passionate excess,
Thou bidst me mourn in calm distress
For them that rest in thee.
I feel a strong immortal hope,
Which bears my mournful spirit up
Beneath its mountain load;
Redeemed from death, and grief, and pain,
I soon shall find my friend again
Within the arms of God.
Pass a few fleeting moments more
And death the blessing shall restore
Which death has snatched away;
For me thou wilt the summons send,
And give me back my parted friend
In that eternal day.
- Charles Wesley
3 comments:
Wow. Beautiful! Perfect! True!
I love you dear sister! Thank you for all you gave out these past five years.
Beautiful indeed -- Thanks for sharing this with the rest of us!
Yes! Excellent! Thankyou!
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