Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1815
Compiler: John Thompson et al
Publisher/Printer: Looker and Wallace
First Line: While sorrows encompass me round
Topic: Funeral Hymns
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Tune:
Hymn Number: 222
Page Number: 196, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsWHILE sorrows encompass me round
And endless distresses I see,
In anguish I cry, can a mortal be found
Who's surrounded with troubles like me.
The hours of peace I enjoy,
Are blended with sorrow and pain, [ploy
The moments of praise to my God I em
Leave me hours and days to complain.
O when shall my sorrows subside?
O when shall my sufferings cease?
O when to the bosom of Christ be convey'd
To the mansions of glory and peace?
My spirit to glory convey'd,
My body laid low in the ground,
I wish not a tear at my grave to be shed,
But let all join in praising around.
No sorrows be vented that day,
When Jesus hath called me home;
But singing and shouting let each brother
He is gone from the evil to come. [say,
If souls disembodi'd can know
The spirits of brethren beneath,
I nope I shall join you as shouting you go,
After laying my corpse in the earth.
Immers'd in the ocean of love,
I then lika an angel shall sing,
Till Christ shall descend wit a shout from
above,
And make all creation to ring-
Our slimbering bodies obey,
And quick as a thought shall arise;
Renew'd in a moment, fly shouting away,
To the mansions of love in the skies.