Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1829
Compiler: B W Stone and T Adams
Publisher/Printer: N L Finnell
First Line: And let this feeble body fail
Topic: Funeral
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 264
Page Number: 291, 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 disembodied saints,
And find its long sought rest,
That only bliss for which it pants,
In the Redeemer's breast.
In hope 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 that enraptur'd host t' appear,
And worship at thy feet?
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away,
But let me find them all again,
In that eternal day.