February 24th.
A prayer by Charles 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 will see my friend again
within the arms of God.
Pass a few fleeting moments more
and death the blessing will restore
which death has snatched away;
for me thous wilt the summons send,
and give me back my parted friend
in that eternal day. Amen.
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