Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1850
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Mine eyes are now closing to rest
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 8s
Tune: Christian Song
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 283, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsMINE eyes are now closing to rest,
My body must soon be remov'd,
And mouldring lie buried in dust,
No more to be envi'd or lov'd.
O, what is this drawing my breath,
And stealing my senses away?
O tell me my soul, is this death,
Releasing me kindly from clay?
Now, mounting, my soul shall descry
The regions of pleasure and love;
My spirit, triumphant shall fly,
And dwell with my Saviour above.
O happy, thrice happy exchange,
My Saviour, with eyes full of love,
Now beck'ning me, soon I shall range
The fields of bright glory above.
O break off these fetters of clay;
I long to be freed from my load;
O Jesus, I mourn thy delay,
Impatient to be with my God:
Each moment seems ling'ring and slow,
While far from my home I must stay;
I long for the pleasures that flow
Unceasing, in regions of day.
No more to be tempted by sin,
No longer by Satan be vex'd,
My conscience is peaceful within,
And is by no passion perplex'd.
Lo! speedily wafted on wings,
This world in a moment I leave-
"O death, where now is thy sting?
And where is thy victory, grave?"
Now, mounting, my soul shall descry
The regions of pleasure and love;
My spirit triumphant shall fly,
And dwell with my Saviour above.