Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1848
Compiler: S W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Shed not a tear o'er your friends early bier
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Tune: Farewell
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 120, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsHow happy are the favored few
Who live below as angels do
In blissful bowers above:
Serenely calm, with sweet content,
Their days in heaven are spent
In holiness and love,
In holiness and love,
Their days like days in heaven are spent
In holiness and love.
Say what to them is pleasure's voice?
Or glory's flame? Or wealth's gay toys?
Or all earth boasts besides?
This world is but their pilgrim rest,
And onward tot heir home they haste,
Where Christ their Lord abides.
The ills that o'er their pathway cross,
Disease, and poverty, and loss,
Are servents in disguise,
Who aid them in the holy strife
To seize the crown of endless life -
Bright heaven's enduring prize.
How peaceful their communings are,
Who thus with Christ, their Saviour, share
The Father's boundless grace;
Assured of his unfailing love
Their hopes, their joys are all above -
In heaven their native place.
Let storm on storm in angry mood,
And earthquake dire, and flame and food,
In all their fury rise;
Their steady hearts shall know no fear,
For lo! Their Father, God is near,
Who rules both earth and skies.
Oh! let me with that radiant band
Unite my trembling heart and hand,
Nor thence again be riven:
In life, in death, O let me be
One of that goodly company,
And shine with them in heaven.