Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1850
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: I'm fading away to the land of the blest
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: PM
Tune: The Christian's Death Song
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 290, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsI'm fad-ing a-way to the land of the blest,
Like the lingering hues of the e-ven;
Re-clin-ing my head on my kind angel's breast,
I soar to my own na-tive hea-ven.
My warfare is finished, the bat-tle is won,
To a crown and a throne I as-pire;
My coursers are brighter than steeds of the sun,
I mount in a chariot of fire.
The world is fast sinking away from my sight,
A trifle appear all its treasures;
I see them from hence by eternity's light-
How vanish its pomp and its pleasures!
How faint are the notes of the trumpet of fame
Rehearsing its soul flattering story!
How tarnished the luster of each noble name,
A meteor flash is its glory!
But there is one spot-one most beautiful spot
Which my heart lingers o'er with emotion;
Its peaceful enjoyments shall ne'er be forgot,
'T is the place of the spirit's devotion;
I see it "outstretched in is loveliness" lie,
Like a garden of lilies and roses;
More charming to me, as it fades from the eye,
Than the valleys of Canaan to Moses.
Lo! upward I gaze, and the glory supreme,
That illumines the hights of elysian,
Shines down through the veil-there is life in each beam-
It renders immortal my vision:
The notes of soft melody fall on my ear,
Harmonious the cadence and measure;
"Tis the voice of the harpers on Zion I hear,
Full high swells their chorus of pleasure.
Lo! there are the towers of my future abode,
The city on high and eternal;
See, there is the Eden-the river of God!
And the trees ever bearing and vernal:
Haste, haste with me onward, companion and guide,
Let me join in that heavenly matin;
Fly wide, ye bright gates! swiftly through them I ride,
'Triumphant o'er sin, death, and Satan