Hymnal: Christian Psalms and Hymns
Date: 1839
Compiler: Walter Scott and Silas Leonard
Publisher/Printer: A S Tilden
First Line: How blest is our brother bereft
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: 630
Page Number: 332, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsHOW blest is our brother, bereft
Of all that could burden his mind!
How easy the soul that has left
This wearisome body behind!
Of evil incapable, thou
Whose relic with sorrow we see,
No longer in misery now,
No longer with mortals to be.
This flesh is affected no more
With sickness, or shaken with pain;
The war in the members is o'er,
And never shall vex him again.
No anger, henceforward, or shame
Shall redden this senseless clay:
Extinct is the animal flame,
All passion is vanished away.
This languishing head is at rest,
Its thinking and aching are o'er,
This quiet immoveable breast,
Is heav'd by affliction no more.
This heart is no longer the seat
Of trouble and torturing pain;
It ceases to flutter and beat:
It never shall flutter again.
The eyes he so seldom could close,
By sorrow forbidden to weep,
Seal'd up in eternal repose,
Have strangely forgotten to weep.
Their fountains can yield no supplies,
Their springs from their waters are free;
The tears are all wip'd from his eyes,
And evil they never shall see.
To mourn and to suffer is ours,
While bound in this prison beneath;
We follow the slow-pacing hours,
And press to the issues of death.
What now with our tears we bedew,
To-morrow we all may become;
Our spirits be separate too,
Our flesh be confined to the tomb.