In a land of strange delight,
My transported spirit stray'd;
I awake, where all is night,
Silence, solitude, and shade.
Is the dream of nature flown?
Is the universe destroy'd?
Man extinct, and I alone,
Breathing through the formless void?
No, my soul, in God rejoice;
Through the gloom, His light I see;
In the silence bear His voice,
And I feel His hand on me.
When I slumber in the tomb,
He will guard my resting-place,
When I wake to meet my doom,
May I see Him face to face.
Sacred Poems and Hymns
“When I wake to meet my doom, I will hide in His embrace."2. In Cotterill's Selection, 1819, and in the Christian Psalmist, 1825:—
Fearless in the day of doom, May I see Him face to face."3. In Greenland, &c, 1819:—
Fearless in the day of doom, May I stand before His face."4. In Original Hymns, 1853:—
When I wake to meet my doom, May I see Him face to face."Of these readings No. 2 is the finest, and is also the most popular. --John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)