A Selection of Hymns ‎#DLXII

DLXII. Departed soul, asleep

1 "Why flow these torrents of distress?"
(The gentle Savior cries)
"Why are my sleeping saints survey'd
"With unbelieving eyes?

2 "Death's feeble arm shall never boast,
"A friend of Christ's is slain;
"Nor o'er their meaner part in D=dust
"A lasting power retain.

3 "I come, on wings of love I come
"The slumberers to awake;
"My voice shall reach the deepest tomb,
"And all its bounds shall break.

4 "Touch'd by my hand, in smiles they rise;
"They rise, to sleep no more;
"But rob'd with light and crown'd with joy,
"To endless day they soar."

5 Jesus, our faith receives thy word;
And, tho' fond nature weep,
Grace learns to hail the pious dead,
And emulate their sleep.

6 Our willing souls thy summons wait
With them to rest and praise;
So let thy much-lov'd presence cheer
These separating days.

Text Information

• First Line: "Why flow these torrents of distress?"
• Title: Departed soul, asleep
• Author: Dr. Doddridge
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1792
• Scripture:
  Mark 5:39
  ;
  1 Thessalonians 4:13
• Topic: Death; Death: A sleep to good men

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