Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1848
Compiler: S W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Attend ye children of your God
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 82
Page Number: 109, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsI'm fading away to the land of the blest
Like the last lingering hues of the even;
Reclining my head on my kind angel's breast
I soar to my own native heaven.
My warfare is finished, the battle is won,
To a crown and a throne I aspire;
My coursers are brighter than steeds of the sun,
I mount in a chariot of fire.
The world is fast sinking away from my sight,
A trifle appear all its treasures;
I see them from hence by eternity's light -
How vanish its pomp and its pleasures!
How faint are the notes of the trumpet of fame
Rehearsing its soul flattering story!
How tarnished the lustre of each noble name,
A meteor flash is its glory!
But there is one spot - one most beautiful spot
Which my heart lingers o'er with emotion;
Its peaceful enjoyments shall ne'er be forgot,
'Tis the place of the spirit's devotion:
I see it "outstretched in its loveliness" lie,
Like a garden of lilies and roses;
More charming to me, as it fades from the eye,
Than the valleys of Canaan to Moses.
Lo! Upward I gaze, and the glory supreme,
That illumines the heights of elysian,
Shines down through the veil - there is life in each beam -
It renders immortal my vision:
The notes of soft melody fall on my ear,
Harmonious the cadence and measure;
'Tis the voice of the harpers on Zion I hear,
Full high swells their chorus of pleasure.
Lo! There are the towers of my future abode,
The city on high and eternal;
See, there is the Eden - the river of God!
And the trees ever bearing and vernal:
Haste, haste with me onward, companion and guide,
Let me join in that heavenly matin:
Fly wide, ye bright gates! Swiftly through them I ride,
Triumphant o'er sin, death, and Satan.