Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: Enclasped in the arms of a Savior he loves
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: 11s and 8s
Tune: Corydon
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 257, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsEnclasped in the arms of a Savior he loves,
No fears can the Christian annoy:
With sweet resignation he gently removes,
To reap the fruition of joy.
But dreary and dark is the night of the tomb,
Where th' loved ones of Jesus are laid;
No sunshine of nature can pierce the dark gloom,
Or carols awaken the dead.
Yet th' mandate eternal shall burst the cold tomb,
And virtue in beauty arrayed,
Shall start into life, and eternally bloom,
Where the roses of hope never fade.
Then for the departed no longer we'll mourn,
Nor dare of our God to complain,
While in sadness we gaze on the moldering urn,
For soon we'll embrace them again.
See, see I through the gloom that o'ershadows our heads,
A starry-crowned seraph appears,
In glittering robes of bright glory arrayed,
And beauty immortal she wears.
'T is Religion! she bends o'er the hallowed urn,
And whispers, in accents of love:
"O Christian, no longer deported ones mourn,
They triumph in glory above!
"I taught them to pass the dark valley of death,
With horrors and shades overspread
And when from their lips fled the last lingering breath,
I placed a rich crown on their head."
Then let us prepare to embrace them again,
Where sighing and sorrow shall cease;
In virtue's bright path we to heaven may attain,
Where all is composure and peace.