638. In Vain Our Fancy

1 In vain our fancy strives to paint
The moment after death—
The glories that surround a saint,
When he resigns his breath.

2 One gentle sigh his fetters breaks;
One effort—and he's gone!
And lo! the willing spirit takes
Its mansions near the throne.

3 We strive, but all our efforts fail
To trace that upward flight;
No eye can pierce within the vail
Which hides the world of light.

4 Yet, though we see them not, we know
Saints are supremely blest;
And freed from sin, and care, and woe,
And with their Saviour rest.

5 Mid' streets of gold his name they praise,
His face they always view;
And if we here there footsteps trace,
There we shall praise him too.

Text Information
First Line: In vain our fancy strives to paint
Title: In Vain Our Fancy
Author: John Newton, 1725-1807
Meter: C.M. 8.6.8.6.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1972
Scripture:
Topic: Book One: Hymns, Songs, Chorales; Seasons, Days, Services: Funeral Condolence, Consolation
Notes: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me. Ps. 23:4.
Tune Information
Name: YORK
Meter: C.M. 8.6.8.6.
Key: F Major
Source: Scottish Psalter
Notes: M.M. 66



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