Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1848
Compiler: S W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Let others boast their ancient line
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM and two 8s
Tune:
Hymn Number: 137
Page Number: 169, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsLet others boast their ancient line,
In long succession great;
In the proud list let heroes shine,
And monarchs swell the state;
Descended from the King of kings,
Each saint a nobler title sings.
Pronounce me, gracious God, thy son,
Own me an heir divine;
I'll pity princes on the throne,
When I can call thee mine;
Scepters and crowns unenvied rise,
And lose their lustre in mine eyes.
Content, obscure, I pass my days,
And wait till thou thy child shalt raise
And seat me near thy throne;
No name, no honors here I crave,
Well pleased with those beyond the grave.
Jesus, my elder brother lives,
With him I too shall reign;
Nor sin, nor death, while he survives,
Shall make the promise vain;
In him my title stands secure,
And shall, while endless years endure.
When he in robes divinely bright,
Shall once again appear,
You too, my soul, shall shine in light,
Enough! I wait the appointed day,
Blessed Saviour haste and come away.