Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1848
Compiler: S W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Love Divine all love excelling
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: 8s and 7s
Tune:
Hymn Number: 115
Page Number: 153, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsAnd let this feeble body fail and let it faint or die,
My soul shall quit this mournful vale
And soar to worlds on high;
Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long sought rest,
That only bliss for which it pants,
On the Redeemer's breast.
In hope of that immortal crown,
I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain.
I suffer on my three-score years,
Till my deliverer come,
And wipe away his servants' tears,
And take his exiles home.
O what has Jesus done for me,
Before my ravished eyes,
Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of Paradise:
I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there;
They all are robed in spotless white,
And conquering palms they bear.
O, what are all my sufferings here,
If Lord thou count me meet
With that enraptured host to appear
And worship at thy feet.
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away;
But let me have those friends again,
In that eternal day.