Hymnal: Christian Psalms and Hymns
Date: 1839
Compiler: Walter Scott and Silas Leonard
Publisher/Printer: A S Tilden
First Line: And let this feeble body fail
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: CM
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Hymn Number: 389
Page Number: 190, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsAND let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint or die;
My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high.
Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find it long-sought rest,
That only rest 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 rob'd in spotless white,
And conq'ring palms they bear.
O, what are all my sufferings here,
If Lord thou count me meet,
With that enraptur'd host t' 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.