|
|
| |
|
Gently, my Saviour, let me down,
To slumber in the arms of death;
I rest my soul on thee alone,
Even till my last, expiring breath.
Soon will the storm of life be o'er,
And I shall enter endless rest;
There I shall live to sin no more,
And bless thy name, for ever blest.
Bid me possess sweet peace within;
Let childlike patience keep my heart;
Then shall I feel my heaven begin,
Before my spirit hence depart.
Oh, speed thy chariot, God of love,
And take me from this world of woe;
I long to reach those joys above,
And bid farewell to all below.
There shall my raptured spirit raise
Still louder notes than angels sing,—
High glories to Immanuel's grace,
My God, my Saviour, and my King!
|
marker 99
|
LYRICS
|
Meter:
|
8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Trans/Adapted:
|
| |
Dates:
|
|
|
Bible Refs:
|
|
LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
|
Hymn/Song Book
|
Year
|
Song #
|
| 1866 | # 1183 |
MUSIC
|
Name:
|
BELT
|
|
Meter:
|
8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Dates:
|
|
LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
|
Hymn/Song Book
|
Song #
|
Key
|
| # 377 | Bb |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
|
Name
|
meter
|
| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
echo ' | ';
|
Hymn Writer
