NOW the Christian’s course is run,
NOW the Christian’s course is run, Ended is the glorious strife; Fought the fight, the work is done, Death is swallowed up of life: Borne by angels on their wings, Far from earth the spirit flies, Meets her Lord, and soars and sings, Triumphing in Paradise.
Lo! the prisoner is released, Lightened of her earthly load; Where the victors are at rest, She is gathered unto God; Lo! the pain of life is past, All her warfare now is o’er, Death and hell behind are cast, Grief and suffering are no more.
Join we then, with one accord, In the new, the joyful song; Absent from our loving Lord We shall not continue long; We shall leave our house of clay, We a better lot shall share, We shall see the realms of day, Meet our happy sister there.
Blessing, honour, thanks and praise, Pay we, gracious God, to Thee; Thou, in Thine abundant grace, Givest us the victory; True and faithful to Thy Word, Thou hast glorified Thy Son, Jesus Christ, our Saviour-Lord, He for us the fight has won.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88