Hymnal: A Selection of Christian Hymns
Date: 1818
Compiler: Rice Haggard
Publisher/Printer: John Norvell
First Line: Stoop down my thoughts that used to rise
Topic: Funeral Hymns
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 166
Page Number: 166, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsStoop dow, my thoughts, that used to rise,
Converse a while with deat:
Think how a gasping mortal lies,
And pants away his breath.
His quivering lips hang feebly down,
His pulses faint and few;
Then speechless, with a doleful groan,
He bids the world adieu.
But O, the soul that never dies!
At once it leaves the clay;
Ye thoughts pursue it where it flies,
And track its wond'rous way.
Up tot he courts where angels dwell,
It mounts triumphant there;
Or devils plunge it down to hell,
In infinite despair.
And must my body faint and die?
And must this soul remove?
O for some guardian angel nigh,
To bear it safe above.
Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand
My naked soul I trust;
And my flesh waits for thy command,
To drop into the dust.