|
|
| |
|
My soul, the minutes haste away,
Apace comes on th' important day,
When in the icy arms of death
I must give up my vital breath.
Look forward to the moving scene;
How wilt thou be affected then?
When from on high some sharp disease
Resistless shall my vitals seize.
When all the springs of life are low,
The spirits faint, the pulses slow;
The eyes grow dim, and short the breath,
Presages of approaching death.
When clammy sweats through every part,
Show life's retreating to the heart;
Its last resistance there to make,
And then the breathless frame forsake
When all eternity's in sight—
The brightest day, or blackest night;
One shock will break the building down,
And let thee into worlds unknown.
O come, my soul, the matter weigh!
How wilt thou leave thy kindred clay!
And how the unknown regions try,
And launch into eternity!
|
marker 99
|
LYRICS
|
Meter:
|
8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Trans/Adapted:
|
| |
Dates:
|
|
|
Bible Refs:
|
|
LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
|
Hymn/Song Book
|
Year
|
Song #
|
| 1815 | # 593 |
MUSIC
|
Name:
|
BROOKFIELD (GIDEON)
|
|
Meter:
|
8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Dates:
|
1855
|
LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
|
Hymn/Song Book
|
Song #
|
Key
|
| # 302 | Ab | | # 281 | Ab | | # 522 | D | | # 590 | D | | # 142 | Eb | | # 465 | Eb | | # 302 | Eb | | # 854 | Eb | | # 110 | G | | # 142 | G | | # 346 | G | | # 1152 | G | | # 224 | G |
echo ' | ';
|
Hymn Writer
