My Friend and Me Divide
by John Wesley
If death my friend and me divide,
Thou dost not, Lord, my sorrow chide,
Or frown my tears to see;
Restrained from passionate excess,
Thou bidst me mourn in calm distress
For them that rest in Thee.
I feel a strong immortal hope,
Which bears my mournful spirit up
Beneath its mountain load;
Redeemed from death, and grief, and pain,
I soon shall find my friend again
Within the arms of God.
Pass a few fleeting moments more
And death the blessing shall restore
Which death has snatched away;
For me Thou wilt the summons send,
And give me back my parted friend
In that eternal day.
It is so difficult to learn of Dear Friends who have died – and it seems as though we are losing our friends more and more frequently. I pray that God comforts their families (and those of us who mourn their passing) and hold these friends in Your bosom, Lord. Amen.