Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1829
Compiler: B W Stone and T Adams
Publisher/Printer: N L Finnell
First Line: While sorrows encompass me round
Topic: Funeral
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Tune:
Hymn Number: 262
Page Number: 288, 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,
The moments of praise to my God I employ,
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;
With singing and shouting let each brother say,
He is gone from the evil to come.
If souls disembodied can know
The spirits of brethren beneath,
I hope I shall join you as shouting you go,
After laying my corpse in the earth.
Immers'd in the ocean of love,
I then like an angel shall sing,
Till Christ shall descend with a shout from above,
And make all creation to ring:
Our slumbering 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.