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Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CCCLVI (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: In vain my fancy strives to paint Lyrics: 1 In vain my fancy strives to paint
The moment after death,
The glories that surround a saint,
When yielding up his breath.
2 One gentle sigh his fetters breaks,
We scarce can say, "he's gone!"
Before the willing spirit takes
Its mansions near the throne.
3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail,
To trace the spirit's flight;
No eye can pierce within the veil
Which hides that world of light.
4 Thus much (and this is all) we know,
Saints are completely blest;
Have done with sin, and care, and woe,
And with their Saviour 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. Topics: Saints Death of; Funeral; Saints Death of Languages: English
The death of A Believer