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In Vain My Fancy Strives To Paint

Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10789 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1 In vain my fancy strives to paint The moment after death; The glories that surround the saints, When yielding up their breath. 2 One gentle sigh their fetters breaks, We scarce can say, They’re gone! Before the willing spirit takes Her mansion near the throne. 3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail, To trace her in her flight; No eye can pierce within the veil Which hides that world of light. 4 Thus much (and this is all) we know, They are completely blest; Have done with sin, and care, and woe, And with their Savior rest. 5 On harps of gold they praise His name, His face they always view; Then let us followers be of them, That we may praise Him too. 6 Their faith and patience, love and zeal, Should make their memory dear; And, Lord, do Thou the prayers fulfill, They offered for us here. 7 While they have gained, we losers are, We miss them day by day; But Thou canst every breach repair, And wipe our tears away. 8 We pray, as in Elisha’s case, When great Elijah went, May double portions of Thy grace, To us who stay, be sent. Languages: English Tune Title: ANCYRA

In vain my fancy strives to paint

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #382 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 In vain my fancy strives to paint The moment after death; The glories that surround a saint, When yielding up his breath. 2 One gentle sigh his fetters breaks, We scarce can say, "He's gone!" Before the willing spirit takes Its mansions near the throne. 3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail, To trace the spirit's flight; No eye can pierce within the veil Which hides the world of light. 4 Thus much (and this is all) we know, Saints are completely blest; Have done with sin, and care, and wo, And with their Savior rest. 5 On harps of gold they praise his name, His face they always view; Then let us foll'wers be of them, That we may praise him too. Topics: Consummation of Things Death Languages: English

In Vain Our Fancy

Author: John Newton, 1725-1807 Hymnal: The Christian Hymnary. Bks. 1-4 #638 (1972) First Line: In vain our fancy strives to paint Lyrics: 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. Topics: Book One: Hymns, Songs, Chorales; Seasons, Days, Services Funeral Condolence, Consolation Scripture: Psalm 23:4 Languages: English Tune Title: YORK

In vain my fancy strives to paint

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #719 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 In vain my fancy strives to paint The moment after death; The glories that surround a saint, When yielding up his breath. 2 One gentle sigh his fetters breaks, We scarce can say, "He's gone!" Before the willing spirit takes Its mansions near the throne. 3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail, To trace the spirit's flight; No eye can pierce within the veil Which hides that world of light. 4 Thus much (and this is all) we know, Saints are completely blest; Have done with sin, and care, and wo, And with their Saviour rest. 5 On harps of gold they praise his name, His face they always view; Then let us foll'wers be of them, That we may praise him too. Topics: Death Death of the pious

In vain the fancy strives to paint

Author: Anon. Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #945 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 In vain the fancy strives to paint The moment after death, The glories that surround a saint When yielding up his breath. 2 One gentle sigh the bondage breaks; We scarce can say he's gone, Before the willing spirit takes Its mansion near the throne. 3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail To trace the spirit's flight: No eye can pierce within the vail Which hides the world of light. 4 Thus much, and 'tis enough to know, Saints are completely blest; Have done with sin, and care, and woe, And with their Saviour rest. 5 On harps of gold they praise his name, And see him face to face; Oh, let us catch the heavenly flame, And live in his embrace! Topics: Heaven; The Moment after Death