1 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.
2 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.
3 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.
|First Line:||If death my friend and me divide|
|Title:||If Death My Friend and Me Divide|
|Author:||Charles Wesley (1762)|
|Topic:||The Sacraments and Rites of the Church: Funeral and Memorial Service; Christian Year: All Saints Day; Funerals and Memorial Services(2 more...)|