Thy painful days of flesh are o’er

Verse 1
Thy painful days of flesh are o’re,
Redeemer of our fallen race,
We see thee, Lord, on earth no more,
Nor hear thy words of truth and grace:
But we, thy followers, are constrain’d
As in the midst of wolves to dwell,
Still in an evil world detain’d,
And urg’d by all the hosts of hell.

Verse 2
Jesus our Head to heaven is gone,
But we are in the world, distrest:
Father, respect thy praying Son,
And grant his prevalent request;
Preserve us pure from sinful blame,
From every spot and wrinkle free,
And keep thro’ thine almighty Name
United each to each in Thee.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled: “‘[John 17,] Verse 11." This hymn appears in the 1763-64 manuscript “MS John.” This manuscript is part of the collection of the Methodist Archive and Research Centre in The John Rylands Library, The University of Manchester (accession number MA 1977/573, Charles Wesley Notebooks Box 3). Accessed through the website of The Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition, Duke Divinity School. Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 12 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1871), page 63.
Publishing: Public Domain