Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) ‎#342

342. And let this feeble body fail

1 And let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint and die;
My soul shall quit the mournful vale
And soar to worlds on high:
Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long-sought rest,
That only bliss for which it pants
In the Redeemer's breast.

2 In hope of that immortal crown,
I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wonder up and down,
And smile at toil and pain.
I suffer on my threescore years
Till my deliverer come,
And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.

3 Oh, what hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my ravish'd eyes
Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of paradise!
I see a world of spirits bright
Who taste the pleasures there!
They all are robed in spotless white,
And conq'ring palms they bear.

4 Oh, what are all my suff'rings here
If, Lord, Thou count me meet,
With that enraptured host t'appear,
And worship at Thy feet!
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away:
But let me find them all again
In that eternal day.

Text Information

• First Line: And let this feeble body fail
• Meter: C. M. D.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1870
• Topic: Christians: their life and experience; Fruits of the Spirit: Hope; Happiness: of hope; Holy Spirit: Fruits of; Hope; Resignation
• Notes: Author from index: C. Wesley

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