Text: | In Vain Our Fancy |
Author: | John Newton, 1725-1807 |
Tune: | YORK |
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 | |
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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 | |
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Name: | YORK |
Meter: | C.M. 8.6.8.6. |
Key: | F Major |
Source: | Scottish Psalter |
Notes: | M.M. 66 |