1 When God is nigh, my faith is strong,
His arm is my almighty prop:
Be glad my heart, rejoice my tongue,
My dying flesh shall rest in hope.
2 Though in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My soul for ever with the dead,
Nor lose thy children in the grave.
3 My flesh shall thy first call obey,
Shake off the dust and rise on high:
Then shalt thou lead the wond'rous way
Up to thy throne above the sky.
4 There streams of endless pleasure flow;
And full discov'ries of thy grace
(Which we but tasted here below)
Spread heav'nly joys through all the place.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | When God is nigh, my faith is strong |
| Meter: | L. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1790 |
| Scripture: | |
| Notes: | Now Public Domain. Part 3 |