Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#577

577. Far from affliction, toil, and care

1 Far from affliction, toil, and care,
The happy soul is fled;
the breathless clay shall slumber here,
Among the silent dead.

2 The gospel was his joy and song,
E'en to his latest breath;
The truth he had proclaim'd so long
Was his support in death.

3 Now he resides where Jesus is,
Above this dusky sphere;
His soul was ripen'd for that bliss,
While yet he sojourn'd here.

4 The Churches' loss we all deplore,
And shed the falling tear;
Since we shall see his face no more,
Till Jesus shall appear.

5 But we are hasting to the tomb;
Oh, may we ready stand;
Then, dearest Lord, receive us home,
To dwell at thy right hand.

Text Information

• First Line: Far from affliction, toil, and care
• Meter: C. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Topic: Funeral of a faithful Minister; Kingdom and Church of Christ: Death of their Minister

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