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And let this Feeble Body Fail
Author: Rev. Chas. Wesley Hymnal: Sacred Chimes #260 (1900) Refrain First Line: And soar to worlds on high Languages: English Tune Title: [And let this feeble body fail]
And let this Feeble Body Fail
And Let This Feeble Body Fail
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #80 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1. And let this feeble body fail,
And let it droop and die;
My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high;
Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long sought rest,
That only bliss for which it pants,
In my Redeemer’s breast.
2. In hope of that immortal crown
I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain:
I suffer out my threescore years,
Till my Deliverer come,
And wipe away His servant’s tears,
And take His exile home.
3. O what hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my ravished eyes
Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of paradise:
I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there;
They all are robed in spotless white,
And conquering palms they bear.
4. O what are all my sufferings here,
If, Lord, Thou count me meet
With that enraptured host to appear,
And worship at Thy feet!
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away,
But let me find them all again
In that eternal day. Languages: English Tune Title: REX REGUM
And Let This Feeble Body Fail
And let this feeble body fail
Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #107 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
1.
And let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint and die;
My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high;
And I'll sing hallelujah,
And you'll sing hallelujah,
And we'll all sing hallelujah,
When we arrive at home.
Languages: English Tune Title: HALLELUJAH
And let this feeble body fail
Prospect
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: Joy to the World #120 (1879) First Line: And let this feeble body fail Lyrics: 1 And let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint or die;
My soul shall quit this mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high:
Shall join the disembodies saints,
And find its long sought rest,
That only bliss for which it pants,
In the Redeemer's breas
2 In hope of that immortal crown
I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain;
I suffer on my threescore years,
Till my Deliv'rer come,
And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.
3 O what are all my suff'rings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptured host t' appear,
And worship at thy feet!
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away,
But let me find them all again
In that eternal day. Languages: English Tune Title: [And let this feeble body fail]
Prospect
And let this feeble body fail
Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CLXXIX (1791) Lyrics: 1 And let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint and die,
My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high;
Shall join the disembody'd saints,
And find its long-sought rest,
That only bliss for which it pants
In the Redeemer's breast.
2 In hope of that immortal crown
I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain.
I suffer on my threescore years
'Till my deliv'rer come,
And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.
3 O what hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my ravish'd eyes,
Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of Paradise!
I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there!
They all are rob'd in spotless white,
And conqu'ring palms they bear.
4 O what are all my suff'rings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptur'd host t' appear,
And worship at your feet.
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away;
But let me find them all again
In that eternal day. Topics: Suffering Languages: English
And let this feeble body fail
And let this feeble body fail
Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns, from Various Authors, Supplementary for the Use of Christians. 1st ed. #IV (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 And let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint and die,
My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high?
Shall join the disembody'd saints,
And find its long sought rest,
That only bliss for which it pants,
In the Redeemer's breast.
2 In hope of that immortal crown,
I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wonder up and down,
And smile at toil and pain.
I suffer on my threescore years
Till my deliv'rer come,
And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.
3 O what hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my ravish'd eyes
Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of paradise!
I see a world of Spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there!
The all are rob'd in spotless white,
And conqu'ring palms they bear.
4 O what are all my suff'rings here
If Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptur'd host t'appear,
And worship at thy feet!
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away:
But let me find them all again
In that eternal clay. Languages: English
And let this feeble body fail
And let this feeble Body fail
Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #S.III (1801) Lyrics: 1 And let this feeble Body fail,
And let it faint and die,
My Soul shall quit the mournful Vale,
And soar to Worlds on high?
Shall join the disembody'd Saints,
And find its long sought Rest,
That only Bliss for which it pants
In the Redeemer's Breast.
2 In Hope of that immortal Crown,
I now the Cross sustain,
And gladly wonder up and down,
And smile at Toil and Pain.
I suffer on my threescore Years
Till my Deliv'rer come,
And wipe away his Servant's tears,
And take his exile home.
3 O what hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my ravish'd Eyes
Rivers of life divine I see,
And Trees of Paradise!
I see a World of Spirits bright,
Who taste the Pleasures there!
The all are rob'd in spotless white,
And conqu'ring Palms they bear.
4 O what are all my Suff'rings here
If Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptur'd Host t'appear,
And worship at thy Feet!
Give Joy or Grief, give Ease or Pain,
Take Life or Friends away:
But let me find them all again
In that eternal Day. Languages: English
And let this feeble Body fail
And let this feeble body fail
Hymnal: Christian's Duty, exhibited in a series of hymns #S4 (1825) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 And let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint and die,
My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high?
Shall join the disembody'd saints,
And find its long sought rest,
That only bliss for which it pants,
In the Redeemer's breast.
2 In hope of that immortal crown,
I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wonder up and down,
And smile at toil and pain.
I suffer on my threescore years
Till my deliv'rer come,
And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.
3 O what hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my ravish'd eyes
Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of paradise!
I see a world of Spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there!
The all are rob'd in spotless white,
And conqu'ring palms they bear.
4 O what are all my suff'rings here
If Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptur'd host t'appear,
And worship at thy feet!
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away:
But let me find them all again
In that eternal day. Languages: English
And let this feeble body fail
And let this feeble body fail
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CLXXIX (1788) Lyrics: 1 And let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint and die,
My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high;
Shall join the disembody'd saints,
And find its long-sought rest,
That only bliss for which it pants
In the Redeemer's breast.
2 In hope of that immortal crown
I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain.
I suffer on my threescore years
Till my Deliv'rer come,
And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.
3 O what hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my ravish'd eyes,
Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of paradise!
I see a world of Spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there!
They all are rob'd in spotless white,
And conqu'ring palms they bear.
4 O what are all my suff'rings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptur'd host t' appear,
And worship at thy feet.
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away;
But let me find them all again
In that eternal day. Topics: Suffering Languages: English
And let this feeble body fail
And let this feeble body fail
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CLXXIX (1790) Lyrics: 1 And let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint and die,
My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high:
Shall join the disembody'd saints,
And find its long-sought rest,
That only bliss for which it pants
In the Redeemer's breast.
2 In hope of that immortal crown
I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain.
I suffer on my threescore years
Till my Deliv'rer come,
And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.
3 O what hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my ravish'd eyes,
Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of paradise!
I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there!
They all are rob'd in spotless white,
And conqu'ring palms they bear.
4 O what are all my suff'rings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptur'd host t' appear,
And worship at thy feet.
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away;
But let me find them all again
In that eternal day. Topics: Suffering Languages: English
And let this feeble body fail
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