Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1815
Compiler: John Thompson et al
Publisher/Printer: Looker and Wallace
First Line: Stoop down my thoughts that us'd to rise
Topic: Funeral Hymns
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 225
Page Number: 199, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsSTOOP down, my thoughts that us'd to
rise,
Converse a while with death;
Think how a gasping mortal lies,
And pants away his breath.
His quiv'ring lips hang feebly down,
His pulses faint and few;
Then speechless, with doleful groan,
He bids the world adieu.
But O, the soul that never dies!
At once it leave the clay;
Ye thoughts pursue it where it flies,
And track its wondrous way.
Up to the courts where angels dwell;
It mounts triumphant there:
Or devils plunge it down to hell;
In Infinite despair.
And must my body faint and die!
And must this soul remove?
O for some guardian angel nigh,
To bear it safe above.
Jesus to thy dear faithful hand
My naked soul I trust;
And my flesh waits for thy command,
To drop into the dust.