10789. In Vain My Fancy Strives To Paint

1 In vain my fancy strives to paint
The moment after death;
The glories that surround the saints,
When yielding up their breath.

2 One gentle sigh their fetters breaks,
We scarce can say, They’re gone!
Before the willing spirit takes
Her mansion near the throne.

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

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

5 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.

6 Their faith and patience, love and zeal,
Should make their memory dear;
And, Lord, do Thou the prayers fulfill,
They offered for us here.

7 While they have gained, we losers are,
We miss them day by day;
But Thou canst every breach repair,
And wipe our tears away.

8 We pray, as in Elisha’s case,
When great Elijah went,
May double portions of Thy grace,
To us who stay, be sent.

Text Information
First Line: In vain my fancy strives to paint
Title: In Vain My Fancy Strives To Paint
Author: John Newton
Meter: CMD
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain
Tune Information
Name: ANCYRA
Composer: Benjamin Carl Unseld (1901)
Meter: CMD
Key: F Major
Copyright: Public Domain



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