The Psalms of David ‎#II.CII

II.CII. No, I'll repine at Death no more

1 No, I'll repine at death no more,
But with a chearful 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 Norning, through 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 has shed his richest Grace.]

[5 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
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1769
• Topic: Death and Resurrection
• Notes: Public Domain.

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