From this low bed of mortal dust

From this low bed of mortal dust

Published in 4 hymnals

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1 From his low bed of mortal dust,
Escap'd the prison of his clay,
The new inhabitant of bliss
To heav'n directs his wond'rous way.

2 Ye fields, that witness'd once his tears,
Ye winds, that wafted oft his sighs,
Ye mountains, where he breath'd his pray'rs,
When sorrow's shadows veil'd his eyes;

3 No more the weary pilgrim mourns,
No more affliction wrings his heart;
Th'unfetter'd soul to God returns--
For ever he and anguish part!

4 Receive, O earth, his faded form,
In thy cold bosom let it lie;
Safe let it rest from ev'ry storm--
Soon must it rise, no more to die!

Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #717

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