Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1815
Compiler: John Thompson et al
Publisher/Printer: Looker and Wallace
First Line: And let this feeble body fail
Topic: Funeral Hymns
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 224
Page Number: 198, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsAND let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint and die,
My soul shall quit this mournful vale
And soar to worlds on high,
Shall join the disembodi'd saints,
And find its long sought rest,
That only bliss for which it pants,
In the Redeemer's breast.
In hoe of that immortal crown,
I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain;
I suffer on my three score years,
Till my Deliv'rer come,
And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.
O what hath Jesus done for me!
Before my ravish'd eyes
Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of paradise!
I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there;
They all are rob'd in spotless white,
And conq'ring palms they bear.
O, what are all my suff'rings here,
If, Lord thou count me meet,
With what enraptur'd host t' appear,
And worship at they feet?
Give joy or grief, give case or pain,
Take life or friends away;
But let me find them all again,
In that eternal day.