AND though our bodies part, To distant lands repair; Inseparably joined in heart The friends of Jesus are.
O, let us still proceed In Jesus’ work below; And, following our triumphant Head, To farther conquests go!
The vineyard of their Lord Before His labourers lies; And lo! we see the vast reward Which waits us in the skies . . .
Where all our toils are o’er Our suffering and our pain! Who meet on that eternal shore Shall never part again.
O happy, happy place, Where saints and angels meet! There we shall see each other’s face, And all our brethren greet.
The Church of the first-born, We shall with them be blest, And, crowned with endless joy, return To our eternal rest.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88