Hymnal: Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs
Date: 1828
Compiler: Alexander Campbell
Publisher/Printer: A Campbell
First Line: The angels that watch'd round the tomb
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Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: PM
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Hymn Number: Psalm 15
Page Number: 038, 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 chords with the triumph of joy.
Ye saints, who once languish'd below;
But long since have enter'd your rest,
I pant to be glorified 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 blush that spreads over its west-
The last lingering ray of its sun!
Though dreary the empire of night,
I soon shall emerge from its gloom,
And see immortality's light
Arise on the shades of the tomb.
Then welcome the last rending sighs,
When these aching heartstrings 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 sunbeam of life, as it sets,
Paints a rainbow of peace on the grave.