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Enos E. Dowling Hymnal Collection

Hymn: When we reach a quiet dwelling (FL)

Hymnal: The Christian Hymn Book

Date: 1865

Compiler: Alexander Campbell

Publisher/Printer: Central Book Concern

First Line: When we reach a quiet dwelling

Topic: The Present and the Future/Heaven

Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>

Composer:

Meter: 8s and 7s

Tune:

Hymn Number: 1156

Page Number: 692, click to see hymnal pages

Lyics

When we reach a quiet dwelling,

On the strong eternal hills,

And our praise to him is swelling,

Who the vast creation fills;

When the paths of pray'r and duty,

And affliction all are trod,

And we wake to see the beauty,

Of our saviour and our God:



With the light of resurrection,

When our changed bodies glow,

And we gain the full perfection,

Of the bliss begun below;

When the life that flesh obscureth

In each radiant form shall shine,

And the joy that aye endureth,

flashes forth in beams divine:



While we wave the palms of glory,

Through the long eternal years,

Shall we e'er forget the story 

Of our mortal griefs and fears?

Shall we e'er forget the sadness,

And the clouds that hung so dim,

When our hearts are filled with gladness,

And our tears are dried by him?



Shall the memory be banished

Of his kindness and his care,

When the wants and woes are vanished,

Which he loved to soothe and share?

All the way by which he led usk,

All the grievings which he bore,

All the patient love he taught us,

Shall we think of them no more?



Yes! we surely shall remember

How he quickened us from death,

How he fanned the dying ember

With his Spirit's glowing breath.

We shall read the tender meaning

Of the sorrows and alarms,

As we trod the desert, leaning

On his everlasting arms.



And his rest will be the dearer,

When we think of weary ways,

And his light will seem the clearer,

As we muse on cloudy days.

O 'twill be a glorious morrow

To a dark and stormy day!

We shall recollect our sorrow,

As the streams that pass away.