Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#727

727. No, I'll repine at death no more

1 No, I'll repine at death no more;
But, calm and cheerful, will resign
To the cold dungeon of the grave,
These dying, with'ring limbs of mine.

2 Let worms devour my wasting flesh,
And crumble all my bones to dust;
My God shall raise my frame anew
At the revival of the just.

3 Break, sacred morning! through the skies,
And usher in that glorious day:
Come quickly, Lord! cut short the hours:
Thy ling'ring wheels, how long they stay!

4 Haste, then, upon the wings of love,
Rouse all the pious sleeping clay,
That we may join in heav'nly joys,
And sing the triumph of the day.

Text Information

• First Line: No, I'll repine at death no more
• Meter: L. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Topic: Resurrection

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