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In vain our fancy strives to paint the




In vain our fancy strives to paint
The moment after death,
The glories that surround the saint,
When he resigns his breath.


One gentle sigh their fetters breaks!
We scarce can say, “There’s gone!”
Before the willing spirit takes
Her mansion near the throne.


Fair strives, but all its efforts fail,
To trace his heavenward flight;
No eye can pierce within the veil,
Which hides that world of light.


Thus much (and this is all) we know,
They are supremely blest;
Have done with sin, and care, and woe,
And with their Saviour rest.


His Name, with constant love, they praise,
His glory always view;
And if we here their footsteps trace,
There we shall praise him too.


---Alternative verses---


Fair strives, but all its efforts fail,
To trace her in its flight;
No eye can pierce within the veil,
Which hides that world of light.


On harps of gold they praise his name,
His face they always view;
Then let us followers be of them,
That we may praise him too.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
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      Dates:
      Bible Refs: Rev 7:15-17;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1851# 466
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