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BEHOLD I SHOW YOU A MYSTERY




Through sorrow’s night, and danger’s path,
Amid the deepening gloom,
We, soldiers of a heavenly King,
Are marching to the tomb.


There, when the turmoil is no more,
And all our powers decay,
Our cold remains in solitude
Shall sleep the years away.


Our labours done, securely laid,
In this our last retreat,
Unheeded, o’er our silent dust
The storms of earth shall beat.


Yet not thus buried, or extinct,
The vital spark shall lie;
For o’er life’s wreck that spark shall rise,
To seek its kindred sky.


These ashes too, this little dust,
Our Father's care shall keep.
Till the last angel rise, and break
The long and dreary sleep.


Then love's soft dew o'er every eye
Shall shed its mildest rays,
And the long silent dust shall burst
With shouts of endless praise.


---Alternative verses---


Through sorrow’s night, and danger’s way,
Amid the deepening gloom,
We, soldiers of a heavenly King,
Are marching to the tomb.


Through sorrow’s night, and danger’s road,
Amid the deepening gloom,
We, soldiers of a heavenly King,
Are marching to the tomb.


Through sorrow’s night, and danger’s path,
Amid the deepening gloom,
We, soldiers of an injured King,
Are marching to the tomb.


Through sorrow’s night, and danger’s path,
Amid the deepening gloom,
We, followers of a suffering Lord,
Are marching to the tomb.


Through sorrow’s night, and danger’s path,
Amid the deepening gloom,
We, followers of our suffering Lord,
Are marching to the tomb.


Our labours done, securely laid,
In this our last retreat,
Unheeded, o’er our silent dust
The storms of life shall beat.


Yet not thus hopeless, in the grave,
The vital spark shall lie;
For o’er life’s wreck that spark shall rise,
To seek its kindred sky.


Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane,
The vital spark shall lie;
For o’er life’s wreck that spark shall rise,
To seek its kindred sky.


These ashes, too, this little dust,
Our Father's care shall keep.
Till the archangel's trump shall break
The long and dreary sleep.


These ashes poor, this little dust,
Our Father's care shall keep.
Till the last angel rise, and break
The long and dreary sleep.


Then love's soft dew o'er every eye
Shall shed its mildest rays,
And the long-silent voice awake
With shouts of endless praise.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates:
      Bible Refs:
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1851# 439
      1866# 1276
      MUSIC
      Name: FINGAL
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1885
        SCORE PREVIEW
        score
        LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
        Hymn/Song Book Song # Key
        # 539D
        # 456Eb
        # 159Eb
        # 4Eb
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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