If we suffer, we shall also reign with Him.@2 Timothy 2:12
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Charles Wesley (1707–1788)

Charles Wes­ley (1707–1788), in Hymns for Times of Trou­ble for the Year 1745, num­ber 15.

Dy­ing Ste­phen John F. Lampe, Hymns on the Great Fes­tiv­als 1746 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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John F. Lampe (1703–1751)

Charles Wes­ley’s Jour­nal gives ma­ny glimps­es of that try­ing year when the Young Pre­ten­der en­tered Ed­in­burgh in tri­umph. On Sep­tem­ber 6, he says, ‘The night we passed in pray­er. I read them my hea­vy tid­ings out of the north.’ On ‘Sun­day, Sep­tem­ber 18, the spir­it of sup­pli­ca­tion was giv­en us in the So­ci­e­ty for His Ma­jes­ty King George; and in strong faith, we asked his de­liv­er­ance from all his en­e­mies and trou­bles.’ On Sep­tem­ber 25, ‘I heard the news con­firmed, of Ed­in­burgh be­ing ta­ken by the re­bels.’ Next day, ‘Tid­ings came that Gen­er­al Cope was cut off with all his ar­my.’

One who saw much of Bish­op He­ber in his last months in In­dia writes, ‘On re­tur­ning from church in the morn­ing I was so ill as to be ob­liged to go to bed, and, with his us­u­al af­fec­tion­ate con­sid­er­a­tion, the bish­op came and sat the great­er part of the af­ter­noon with me. Our con­ver­sa­tion turned chief­ly on the bless­ed­ness of hea­ven, and the best means of pre­par­ing for its en­joy­ment. He re­peat­ed sev­er­al lines of an old hymn of Charles Wes­ley, which, he said, in spite of one or two ex­press­ions, he ad­mired as one of the most beau­ti­ful in our lang­uage for a rich and el­e­vat­ed tone of de­vo­tion­al feel­ing—

Head of Thy church triumphant,
We joyfully adore Thee.’

Telford, pp. 249–50

Head of Thy Church triumphant,
We joyfully adore Thee;
Till Thou appear, Thy members here
Shall sing like those in glory.
We lift our hearts and voices
With blest anticipation,
And cry aloud, and give to God
The praise of our salvation.

While in affliction’s furnace,
And passing through the fire,
Thy love we praise, which knows our days,
And ever brings us nigher.
We clap our hands exulting
In Thine almighty favor;
The love divine which made us Thine
Shall keep us Thine for ever.

Thou dost conduct Thy people
Through torrents of temptation,
Nor will we fear, while Thou art near,
The fire of tribulation.
The world with sin and Satan
In vain our march opposes,
Through Thee we shall break through them all,
And sing the song of Moses.

By faith we see the glory
To which Thou shalt restore us,
The cross despise for that high prize
Which Thou hast set before us.
And if Thou count us worthy,
We each, as dying Stephen,
Shall see Thee stand at God’s right hand,
To take us up to Heaven.