Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1848
Compiler: S W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Fear you no the King of terrors
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Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: 8s and 7s
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Hymn Number: 216
Page Number: 215, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsFear you not the King of terrors
And the terror of all kings,
Death, the source of constant horrors,
Telling still of frightful things--
Lands of darkness, shades of silence,
Gloomy vaults where prisoners lie,
And the thousands he has conquered,
All alas! must shortly die.
There the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest,
There the saints shall cease from suffering,
There they are divinely blest.
Free from sickness, free from sorrow,
Free from anguish, care, and pain,
No dread thoughts of gloomy horror
Ere shall frighten them agian.
There the saints sing hallelujah
And rejoice in Christ the King,
Ask the grave "Where is thy victory?
"Boasting monster, where's thy sting?"
Since we're pardoned through the Saviour,
Though the grave may us annoy
Death's the gate to endless pleasure,
Road to everlasting joy.