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1 Man dieth and wasteth away,
And where is he?--hark! from the skies
I hear a voice answer and say,
The spirit of man never dies!
His body, which came from the earth,
Must mingle again with the sod;
His soul, which in heaven had birth,
Returns to the bosom of God.
2 No terror has death, or the grave,
To those who believe in the Lord--
Who know the Redeemer can save,
And lean on the faith of his word:
While ashes to ashes, and dust
We give unto dust, in our gloom
The light of salvation we trust,
Which hangs like a lamp in the tomb.
3 O Lord God Almighty, to thee
We turn as our solace above;
The waters may fail from the sea,
But never thy fountains of love:
Oh, teach us thy will to obey,
And sing with one heart and accord,--
He gave, and he taketh away,
And praised be the name of the Lord.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #883
First Line: | Man dieth and wasteth away |
Title: | The Grace Disarmed of Its Terros |
Author: | George P. Morris |
Meter: | 8.8.8.8 D |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |