And Let This Feeble Body Fail

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.

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.

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.

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.