Death, Submission to

Verse 1

And let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint or die;
My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high--

Verse 2

Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long-sought rest;
That only bliss for which it pants,
In the Redeemer’s breast.

Verse 3

In hope of that immortal crown
I now the cross sustain;
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain.

Verse 4

I suffer on my three-score years,
Till my Deliverer come,
And wipes away his servant’s tears,
And takes his exile home.

Verse 1

I would not live alway; I ask not to stay
Where storm after storm rises dark o’er the way;
The few cloudy mornings that dawn on us here
Are enough for life’s woes, full enough for its cheer.

Verse 2

I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb!
Since Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom;
There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise,
To hail him in triumph descending the skies.

Verse 3

Who, who would live alway, away from his God,
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o’er the bright plains,
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns;

Verse 4

Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Savior and brethren transported to greet;
While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul?

Verse 1

Peace, be still!
In this night of sorrow bow;
Oh, my heart, contend not thou;
What befalls is God’s own will;
Peace, be still!

Verse 2

Hold thee still!
Tho’ the Father scourge thee sore,
Cling thou to him all the more;
Let him mercy’s work fulfill;
Hold thee still!

Verse 3

Lord, my God!
Give me grace, that I may be
Thy true child, and silently
Own thy scepter and thy rod;
Lord, my God!

Verse 4

Shepherd mine!
From thy fullness give me still
Faith to do and bear thy will
Till the morning light shall shine;
Shepherd mine!

Verse 1

“Thy will be done!” In devious way
The hurrying stream of life may run;
Yet still our grateful hearts shall say,
“Thy will be done.”

Verse 2

“Thy will be done!” If o’er us shine
A gladdening and a prosperous sun,
This prayer will make it more divine—
“Thy will be done!”

Verse 3

“Thy will be done!” Tho’ shrouded o’er
Our path with gloom, one comfort, one
Is ours:—to breathe, while we adore,
“Thy will be done.”