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Dream of Pilate's wife

It was not sleep that bound my sight

Author: Charles W. Baird
Published in 9 hymnals

Printable scores: PDF, Noteworthy Composer
Audio files: MIDI

Representative Text

1 It was not sleep that bound my sight
Upon that well remembered night;
It was not fancy's fitful power
Beguiled me in that solemn hour
But o'er the vision of my soul
The mystic future seemed to roll;
And in the deep, prophetic trance,
Revealed its treasures to my glance.

2 Before my wond'ring eyes there stood
A vast, a countless multitude;
The hoary sire, the prattling child,
The mother, and the maiden mild,
The gladsome youth, and man of care
All tribes, all ages, mingled there;
And all, where'er I turned to see,
In humble silence bent the knee.

3 As o'er the crowded scene I gazed,
Against the lurid, eastern sky,
I saw the shameful cross upraised,
I saw the sufferer doomed to die.
'Twas He whom late with sorrowing mien,
In Zion's streets I oft had seen;
And now in blood and agony,
He turned a dying look on me.

4 Then softly from that gath'ring throng
Arose the sound of solemn song;
And while I caught the swelling lay,
The myriad voices seemed to say
"And we believe in Him that died,
By Pontius Pilate crucified
That he shall come, when time is fled,
To judge the living and the dead."

5 I woke; thou wast not by my side,
I heard a loud exulting cry:
I heard the scornful priest deride,
The elders murmur, "Crucify!"
O Pilate! hadst thou marked my prayer,
That guiltless blood to shield and spare,
That deed of horror would not be
A stain to thine a curse to thee!

6 Our early days of joy are past;
Our youthful spring is withered all;
Afar from Rome our lot is cast,
Beneath the sunny skies of Gaul;
The thoughts that memory treasures yet
Of other days, begin to flee;
But never shall my heart forget
The Crucified of Galilee!

Source: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #1394

Author: Charles W. Baird

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Text Information

First Line: It was not sleep that bound my sight
Title: Dream of Pilate's wife
Author: Charles W. Baird
Copyright: Public Domain



The Cyber Hymnal #10825
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The Cyber Hymnal #10825

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