Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: The angels that watched round the tomb
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer: E M'Coy
Tune: Clarington (Stop)
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 326, click to see hymnal pages
The angels that watched round the tomb,
Where, lo! the Redeemer was laid;
When deep in mor-tal-i-ty's gloom,
He hid for a season his head.
Have witnessed his rising and swept
The chords with the triumphs of joy.
That veiled their face while he slept,
And ceased their sweet harps to employ.
You saints who once lauguished below,
But long since have entered your rest,
I pant to be glorified too,
To lean on Immanuel's breast!
The grave in which Jesus was laid,
Has buried my guilt and my fears;
And while I contemplate its shade,
The light of his presence appears.
O sweet is the season of rest,
When life's weary journey is done!
The blush that spreads over its west,
The last lingering ray of its sun!
Though dreary the empire of night,
I soon shall emerge from its gloom,
And see immortality's light
Arise on the shades of the tomb.
Then welcome the last rending sighs,
When these aching heart strings shall break;
When death shall extinguish these eyes,
And moisten with dew the pale cheek.
No terror the prospect begets,
I am not mortality's slave;
The sunbeam of life as it sets,
Leaves a halo of peace on the grave.