Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Oh who would remain in this prison of clay
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Page Number: 345, click to see hymnal pages
Oh! who would remain in this prison of clay,
When friends and companions are hasting away-
Away to the climes of the blessed and free,
Where death never comes, and where pure spirits be.
Oh! could we but go with the friends that we love,
And taste their enjoyments in glory above;
Nor more would we fancy this desert below,
Where tears of deep anguish so frequently flow.
Ye comrades of youth, and ye friends of ripe years,
Oh! when shall I join you? when banish my tears?
When shall the dull days of mortality cease?
Oh! when shall I live with my Saviour in peace?