Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1829
Compiler: B W Stone and T Adams
Publisher/Printer: N L Finnell
First Line: Stoop down my thoughts that us'd to rise
Topic: Funeral
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 265
Page Number: 292, 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 lip hangs feebly down,
His pulses faint and few;
Then speechless, with a doleful groan,
He bids the world adieu.
But O, the soul, that never dies,
At once it leaves 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.