Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: O think that while you're weeping here
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer: A Fillmore
Meter: PM
Tune: Chant II
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 319, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsO think that while you're weeping here,
His hand a golden harp is stringing;
And with a voice serene and clear,
His ransomed soul without a tear,
His Savior's praise is singing.
And think that all his pains are fled,
His toils and sorrows closed for ever;
While he, whose blood for man was shed,
Has placed upon his servant's head
A crown that fadeth never!
For thus, while round your lowly bier
Surviving friends are lowly bending,
Your souls, like his, to Jesus dear,
Shall wing their flight to yonder sphere,
Faith lightest pinions lending.
And thus, when to the silent tomb,
Your lifeless dust like his is given,
Like faith shall whisper, 'mid the gloom,
That yet again in faithful bloom,
That dust shall smile in heaven.