May I not feel my comfort fled

May I not feel my comfort fled,
When lovely Jonathan is dead?
God unprovok’d my sorrow sees,
Jesus allows the soft distress:
Hence o’er the pleasing past I rove,
Recall the wonders of his love,
And ’till my life of mourning end,
Lament for a departed friend!

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled “I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan, very pleasant hast thou been unto me: thy love to me was wonderful.”—[II. Sam.] i. 26. Introduced in Charles Wesley, Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures, Vol. 1 (Bristol: Farley, 1762). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 9 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 164.
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