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No, I'll repine at Death no more

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.CII (1766) Lyrics: 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.] Topics: Death and Resurrection Languages: English

No, I'll repine at death no more

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #388 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 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 lingering 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. Topics: Consummation of Things Resurrection Languages: English

No, I'll repine at death no more

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #498 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 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! Topics: Death Languages: English

No, I'll repine at death no more

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #727 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 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. Topics: Resurrection