Hymnal: The Christian Hymn Book
Date: 1865
Compiler: Alexander Campbell
Publisher/Printer: Central Book Concern
First Line: O think that while you're weeping here
Topic: The Present and the Future/Life and Death
Writer: <no first name given> Huie
Composer:
Meter: PM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 1085
Page Number: 642, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsO think that, while you're weeping here,
His hand a golden harp is stringing;
And with a voice serene and clear,
His ramsomed soul, without a tear,
His Saviour's praise is singing!
And think that all his pains are fled,
His toils and sorrows closed for ever;
While he, whose blood for man was shed,
Has placed upon his servant's head
A crown that fadeth never!
For thus, while round your lowly bier
Surviving friends are sadly bending,
Your souls, like his, to Jesus dear,
Shall wing their flight to yonder sphere,
Faith lightest pinions lending.
And thus, when to the silent tomb,
Your lifeless dust like his is given,
Like faith shall whipsper, 'midst the gloom,
That dust shall smile in heaven!