A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship ‎#381

381. The dying Christian

1 From his low bed of mortal dust,
Escap'd the prison of his clay,
The new inhabitant of bliss
To heav'n directs his wond'rous way.

2 Ye fields, that witness'd once his tears,
Ye winds, that wafted oft his sighs,
Ye mountains, where he breath'd his pray'rs,
When sorrow's shadows veil'd his eyes;

3 No more the weary pilgrim mourns,
No more affliction wrings his heart;
Th'unfetter'd soul to God returns--
Forever he and anguish part!

4 Receive, O earth, his faded form,
In thy cold bosom let it lie;
Safe let it rest from ev'ry storm--
Soon must it rise, no more to die!

Text Information

• First Line: From his low bed of mortal dust
• Title: The dying Christian
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1845
• Topic: Consummation of Things: Death

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