Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Enclasped in the arms of a Saviour he loves
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Meter: 11s and 8s
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 328, click to see hymnal pages
Enclasped in the arms of a Saviour he loves,
No fears can the Christian annoy,
With sweet re-sig-na-tion he gent-ly removes
To reap the fru-i-tion of joy
To reap the fru-i-tion of joy.
But dreary and dark is the night of the tomb,
Where the loved ones of Jesus are laid,
No sunshine of Nature can pierce the deep gloom,
Or carols awaken the dead.
Yet the mandate eternal shall burst the cold tomb,
And virtue in beauty arrayed,
Shall start into life and eternally bloom
Where the roses of hope never fade.
Then for the departed no longer we'll mourn,
Nor dare of our God to complain,
While in sadness we gaze on the mouldering urn,
For soon we'll embrace them again.
See, see through the gloom that o'ershadows our heads,
A starry crowned seraph appears,
In glittering robes of bright glory arrayed,
And beauty immortal she wears.
'T is Religion: she bends o'er the hallowed urn,
And whispers in accents of love,
"O Christians, no longer departed ones mourn,
They triumph in glory above!
"I taught them to pass the dark valley of death,
With horrors and shades overspread,
And when from their lips fled the last lingering breath,
I placed a rich crown on their head."
Then let us prepare to embrace them again,
Where sighing and sorrow shall cease;
In virtue's bright path the bright heaven attain,
Where all is composure and peace.