The Voice of Praise ‎#886

886. Earth, with its dark and dreadful ills

1 Earth, with its dark and dreadful ills,
Recedes and fades away;
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly hills,
Ye gates of death, give way!

2 My soul is full of whispered song;
My blindness is my sight;
The shadows that I feared so long
Are all alive with light.

3 The while my pulses faintly beat
My faith doth so abound,
I feel grow firm beneath my feet
The green, immortal ground.

4 That faith to me a courage gives,
Low as the grave to go;
I know that my Redeemer lives;
That I shall live, I know.

5 The palace walls I almost see,
Where dwells my Lord and King;
O grave, where is thy victory?
O death, where is thy sting?

Text Information

• First Line: Earth, with its dark and dreadful ills
• Author: Alice Cary
• Meter: C. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Topic: Life and Death; Dying Hymn

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