Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: Thou art gone to the grave but we will not despise thee
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer: J Clark
Meter: 12s and 11s or 11s
Tune: Departure
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 273, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsThou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrow and darkness encompass the tomb;
Thy Savior has passed thro' its portals before thee,
And the lamp of his love was thy guide thro' the gloom.
Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer deplore thee,
Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side;
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,
And this is our hope, since the Savior hath died.
Thou art gone to the grave, but 't were wrong to deplore thee,
When Christ was thy ransom, thy guardian and guide;
He bought thee, he took thee, and soon will restore thee,
Where death hath no power since the Savior hath died.
Come, children of Zion, and help us to sing
Loud anthems of praises to Jesus our King,
Whose life once was given our souls to redeem,
And bring us to heaven to dwell there with him.
Not angels in glory, nor seraphs above,
Can fathom the ocean of infinite love;
Their wisdom can't reach it; they can not tell why
The Sovereign of angels for sinners should die.
In regions of darkness, death, sorrow, and pains,
We all lay in pain, in prison, and chains;
But Jesus has bought us with his precious blood,
The ransom provided to bring us to God.
O, why should we linger in regions below,
When rivers of pleasure in Paradise flow?
So sweetly they glide through the regions above,
And stream ever fresh from the fountain of love.
Come, then, my dear brethren, count all things but loss;
Your treasure's in heaven--don't shrink from the cross.
Ye favorites of heaven, dear lambs of the fold,
Though demons surround you, be faithful and bold.
Consider the dangers that lie in your way,
What snares and temptations in this evil day;
All this you must suffer, and patient endure.
Till Jesus shall take us where sufferings are o'er.