Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1848
Compiler: S W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: O could I now but flee away
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: W Baxter
Composer:
Meter: 8 and 4
Tune: Job
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 245, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsO could I now but flee away,
And ease the anguish of my breast,
To bask in an eternal day,
And be at rest!
With joy I'd leave these courts below,
And join the songs above the sky,
Which angels bright are singing now--
They never die.
There elders tune their harps of gold,
And seraphs strike the sounding lyre;
Their ceaseless story ne'er is told--
They never tire.
Millions of saints surround the throne--
Praise Him to whom all praise belongs,
While swells to the chief Corner-stone,
Triumphant songs.
There we shall part with every tear,
When we once reach that blissful shore;
For sorrow cannot enter there--
We'll weep no more.
We'll praise him there in loftiest song,
Who has redeemed us by his blood;
Praise shall resound from every tongue,
O Son of God!