Scripture Verse

If we suffer, we shall also reign with Him. 2 Timothy 2:12

Introduction

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Charles Wesley (1707–1788)

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

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

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John F. Lampe (1703–1751)

Anecdote

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

Lyrics

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.