Thanks be to God alone, who comforts

Verse 1
Thanks be to God alone
Who comforts the distrest!
His faithful word I own,
Which speaks the mourner blest:
A daughter of affliction, I
On Jesus cast my care,
And for my native country sigh,
And for my kindred there.

Verse 2
My company is gone
Over the stream before,
And lo! I hasten on
To yon eternal shore:
That happy sharer of my heart
I there again shall find,
Where time and death can never part
The souls in Jesus join’d.

Verse 3
I quickly shall o’ertake
My dear departed friend,
Receiv’d for Jesus’ sake
To joys that never end:
Ev’n now I taste the blessed hope
Thro’ Jesu’s passion given,
It swallows all my sorrows up,
And turns this earth to heaven.

Verse 4
Whom next to God I love,
He beckons me away,
To solemnize above
Our second bridal-day:
I come, my longing soul replies,
To Jesu’s arms I come,
And force my passage to the skies,
And fly triumphant home.

Hymnal/Album: Introduced in Hymns and Sacred Poems Vol. 2, published by Charles Wesley (Bristol: Felix Farley, 1749). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 5 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1869), page 348.
Publishing: Public Domain