Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books ‎#II.CII

II.CII. A happy resurrection

1 No, I'll repine at death no more;
But with a cheerful gasp 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, thro' the skies,
Bring that delightful dreadful day,
Cut short the hours, dear Lord, and come;
Thy ling'ring wheels how long they stay!

4 [Our weary spirits faint to see
The light of thy returning face,
And hear the language of those lips,
Where God hath sehd his richest grace.]

5 Haste, then, upon the wings of love,
Rouse all the pious sleeping clay,
That we may join in heavenly joys,
And sing the triumph of the day.]

Text Information

• First Line: No, I'll repine at death no more
• Title: A happy resurrection
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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