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Hymn: I'm fading away to the land of the blest (FL)

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>


Meter: PM

Tune: The Christian's Death Song

Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>

Page Number: 290, click to see hymnal pages


I'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