Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1829
Compiler: B W Stone and T Adams
Publisher/Printer: N L Finnell
First Line: Ye humble souls complain no more
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: LM
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Hymn Number: 329
Page Number: 358, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsYe humble souls, compain no more,
Let faith survey your future store;
How happy, how divinely blest,
The sacred words of truth attest.
When conscious grief laments sincere,
And pours the penitential tear;
Hope points to your dejected eyes,
The bright reversion in the skies.
In vain the sons of wealth and pride
Despise your lot, your hopes deride;
In vain they boast their little stores;
Trifles are theirs, a kingdom yours:
A kingdom of immense delight,
Where health, and peace, and joy unite;
Where undeclining pleasures rise,
And every wish hath full supplies:
A kingdom which can ne'er decay,
While time sweeps earthly thrones away;
The state, which power and truth sustian,
Unmoved forever must remain.
There shall your eyes with rapture view
The glorious friend; that died for you;
That died to ransom, died to raise
To crowns of joy, and songs of praise.
O let me hear that voice divine
Pronounce the glorious blessings mine!
Enroll'd among thy happy poor,
My largest wishes ask no more.