Hymnal: Christian Psalms and Hymns
Date: 1839
Compiler: Walter Scott and Silas Leonard
Publisher/Printer: A S Tilden
First Line: The angels that watch'd round the tomb
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: 8s
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Hymn Number: 92
Page Number: 052, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsTHE angels that watch'd round the tomb,
Where, lo! the Redeemer was laid;
When deep in mortality's gloom
He hid for a season his head;
That veil'd their fair face while he slept,
And ceas'd their sweet harps to employ,
Have witness'd his rising, and swept
The chords with the triumphs of joy.
You saints who once languish'd below,
But long since have enter'd your rest,
I pant to be glorifi'd too,
To lean on Immanuel's breast!
The grave in which Jesus was laid,
Has bury'd my guilt and my fears;
And while I contemplate its shade,
The light of his presence appears.
O sweet is the season of rest,
When life's weary journey is done!
The blush that spreads over its west,
The last ling'ring ray of its sun!
Though dreary the empire of night,
I soon shall emerge from its gloom,
And see immortality's light
Arise on the shades of the tomb.
Then welcome the last rending sighs
When these aching heart-strings shall break;
When death shall extinguish these eyes,
And moisten with dew the pale cheek.
No terror the prospect begets,
I am not mortality's slave,
The sunbeam of life as it sets
Leaves a halo of peace on the grave,
CHORUS.
Thou, Shepherd of Israel, art mine,
The joy and delight of my heart,
For closer communion I pine;
I long to reside where thou art.