Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1829
Compiler: B W Stone and T Adams
Publisher/Printer: N L Finnell
First Line: The angels that watch'd round the tomb
Topic: Resurrection
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: PM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 112
Page Number: 120, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsThe angels that watch'd round the tomb,
Where low the Redeemer was laid,
When deep in mortality's gloom,
He hid for a season his head.
That veil'd their fair face while he slept,
And ceas'd their sweet harps to employ,
Have witness'd his rising, and swept
The cords with the triumphs of joy.
Ye saints, who once languish'd below,
But long since have entered your rest;
I pant to be glorifi'd too,
To lean on Immanuel's breast.
The grave in which Jesus was laid,
Has buried my guilt and my fears;
And while I contemplate its shade,
The light of his presence appears.
O sweet is the season of rest,
When life's weary journey is done;
The blood that spreads over its west,
The last ling'ring ray of its sun.
Tho' dreary the empire of night,
I soon shall emerge from its gloom,
And see immortality's light
Arise in the shades of the tomb.
Then welcome the last rending sights,
When these aching heart-strings shall break;
When death shall extinguish these eyes,
And moisten with dew the pale cheek.
No terror the prospect begets,
I am not mortality's slave:
The sun-beam of life, as it sets,
Paints a rainbow of peace on the grave.