Hymnal: A Selection of Christian Hymns
Date: 1818
Compiler: Rice Haggard
Publisher/Printer: John Norvell
First Line: Ye humble souls complain no more
Topic: God Perfect
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: LM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 259
Page Number: 245, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsYe humble souls, complain no more,
Let faith survey your future store;
How happy, how divinely blest,
The sacred words of truth attest.
When conscious grief laments sincere,
And pours the penitential tear;
Hope points to your dejected eyes,
The bright reversion in the skies.
In vain the sons of wealth and pride
Despise your lot, your hopes deride:
In vain they boast their little stores
Trifles are theirs, a kingdom yours: --
A kingdom of immense delight,
Where health and peace, and joy unite;
Where undeclining pleasures rise,
And every wish hath full supplies:
A kingdom which can ne'er decay
While time sweeps earthly thrones away;
The state which power and truth sustain,
Unmoved forever must remain.
There shall your eyes with rapture view
The glorious friend that died for you;
That died to ransom, died to raise
To crowns of joy, and songs of praise.
Jesus, to thee I breathe my prayer,
Reveal, confirm my interest there:
Whate'er my humble lot below,
This, this my soul desires to know!
O let me hear that voice divine
Pronounce the glorious blessing mine!
Enroll'd among thy happy poor,
My largest wishes ask no more.