Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: And let this feeble body fail
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: DCM
Tune: Haskell
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 120, 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,
The 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.
Oh, what are all my sufferings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptured host t'appear
And worship at thy feet!
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away,
But give me life and friends again
In that eternal day.