We who have believed enter into rest.@Hebrews 4:3
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Johann S. Bach
(1685–1750)

Charles Wes­ley, Fun­er­al Hymns, 1744, num­ber 116, alt. Change his and bro­ther to her and sis­ter if ap­pro­pri­ate.

Green Fields from The Pea­sant Can­ta­ta (Mer hahn en neue Ob­er­keet), by Jo­hann S. Bach, 1742. Ar­ranged by Lew­is Ed­son in The Cho­rist­er’s Com­pan­ion (New Ha­ven, Con­nec­ti­cut: 1782) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Charles Wesley
(1707–1788)

Hosanna to Jesus on high!
Another has entered His rest;
Another escaped to the sky,
And lodged in Immanuel’s breast;
The soul of our brother is gone
To heighten the triumph above,
Exalted to Jesus’ bright throne,
And clasped in the arms of His love.

What fullness of rapture is there,
While Jesus His glory displays,
And purples the heavenly air,
And scatters the odors of grace!
He looks—and His servants in light
The blessing ineffable meet;
He smiles—and they faint at the sight,
And fall overwhelmed at His feet!

How happy the angels that fall,
Transported at Jesus’ sweet name!
The saints, whom He soonest shall call
To share in the feast of the Lamb!
No longer imprisoned in clay,
Who next from the dungeon shall fly,
Who first shall be summoned away?
My merciful God—is it I?

O Jesus, if this be Thy will
That suddenly I should depart,
Thy council of mercy reveal,
And whisper the call to my heart:
O give me a signal to know
If soon Thou wouldst have me remove,
And leave this dull body below,
And fly to the regions of love.

Thou know’st in the spirit of prayer
I groan for a speedy release,
And long I have pined to be there
Where sorrow and misery cease:
Where all the temptation is past,
And loss and affliction are o’er,
And anguish is ended at last,
And trouble and death are no more.

Come then to my rescue (I pray
For this, and for nothing beside)
Make ready, and bear me away,
Thy weary disconsolate bride:
The days of my mourning and pain
Cut short, and in pity set free,
And take me to rest and to reign
For ever and ever in Thee.