3. Death, with thy weapons of war lay me low; THE CHRISTIAN VICTOR. [Adapted to the preceding tune.] 1 Happy the spirit released from its clay; Many the doubtings-it never should sing 66 2. There lies the wearisome body at rest; Closed are its eyelids, and quiet its breast; But the glad spirit, on pinions of light, Victory! victory!" sings in its flight. While we are weeping our friends gone from earth, 3. How can we wish them recall'd from their home, Longer in sorrowing exile to roam? Safely they pass'd from their troubles beneath, Thus let them slumber, till Christ from the skies, Singing, as upward they spring from the tomb OFT IN THE STILLY NIGHT. 1. Oft in the stil-ly night, Ere slumber's chain hath remember all The friends so link'd to 2. While I early years, The vows to Heaven then spoken; Those left alone My Saviour I de serted; My youthful hopes, now dimm'd and gone,Those sacred vows now hopes are fled-my comforts dead--And Mer-cy hath de ALL IS WELL. 10, 3, 8. C. DINGLEY. Newly arranged by the Author. 1. What's this that steals, that steals upon my 2. Weep not, my friends, my friends, weep not for That soon will quench, will quench this vi - tal My sins are par - don'd, par-don'd; I am There's not a cloud that doth a rise, To every pain and sor-row free-I shall the King hide my Saviour from my eyes-I soon shall mount of glo-ry see! 4 All is well,-All is well. the up-per skies! All is well,-All is well. 3. Tune, tune your harps-your harps, ye saints in glory! I will rehearse-rehearse the pleasing story; Bright angels are from glory cone; They 're round my bed-they're in my room- All is well,-All is well. |