Verse 1
Thanks be to God, whose faithful love
Hath call’d another to his breast,
Translated him to joys above,
To mansions of eternal rest.

Verse 2
Ripe for the glorious harvest made,
He first was sav’d from inbred sin;
The angel then his charge obey’d,
And thrust the mortal sickle in.

Verse 3
He the good fight of faith hath won,
He heard with joy the welcome word;
“Hither come up (thy work is done)
And reign for ever with thy Lord.”

Verse 4
By ministerial sp’rits convey’d,
Lodg’d in the garner of the sky,
He rests, in Abraham’s bosom laid,
He lives with God, no more to die.

Verse 5
Thanks be to God, thro’ Christ alone,
Who gave our friend the victory:
O Master, say to me, Well done!
May I rejoice to die in thee.

Verse 6
Thus may we all our warfare end,
In strugglings[1] to the upper skies
Our last triumphant moments spend
And grasp in death th’ immortal prize.

Verse 7
O that we all may thus break thro’,
The crown with holy violence seize,
The starry crown to conquest due,
The crown of life and righteousness.

Verse 8
Will not the righteous judge bestow
The prize on all who seek him here,
And long, while sojourning below,
To see their much-lov’d Lord appear?

Verse 9
He will (our hearts cry out) he will
These eager wishes more than meet,
These infinite desires fulfil,
And make our happiness compleat.

Verse 10
We all shall see our life appear,
(Our hidden life in Jesus found)
Our dust th’ archangel’s voice shall hear,
And kindle at the trumpet’s sound.

Verse 11
O what a soul-o’erpow’ring thought!
’Tis extasy too great to bear!
We all at once shall be upcaught,
And meet our Jesus in the air.

Verse 12
Eternity stands forth in sight!
We plunge us in that boundless sea,
Expatiate in those plains of light,
The regions of eternity!

Verse 13
Ev’n now we taste the heav’nly powers,
The glorious joys of angels prove,
A whole eternity is ours,
A whole eternity of love!

[1] Wesley changed “strugglings” to “struggling” in 1765.