OH! IF MY WEARY SOUL.
Oh! if my weary soul this night,
Should quit its mortal frame,
And from this dreary world take flight,
On the fleet wings of time;
To dust my body would return,
They'd say, She sleeps in death;
But ah! where would my soul be borne
So silently from earth?
Should quit its mortal frame,
And from this dreary world take flight,
On the fleet wings of time;
To dust my body would return,
They'd say, She sleeps in death;
But ah! where would my soul be borne
So silently from earth?
Oh! would my soul find rest and peace,
In realms of endless day;
Where all life's woes and storms would cease
Midst joys that ne'er decay?
Or would it sink to that dark shore,
Of pain and misery,
Where hope, bright star, would gleam no more
Through all eternity?
In realms of endless day;
Where all life's woes and storms would cease
Midst joys that ne'er decay?
Or would it sink to that dark shore,
Of pain and misery,
Where hope, bright star, would gleam no more
Through all eternity?
O God! help me to choose the right,
And ever ready be;
So when I see life's darksome night,
'Twill bring no fears for me.
And when my soul is poised to fly
Over the sea of death;
Oh! send bright angels from on high
To bear me from the earth.
And ever ready be;
So when I see life's darksome night,
'Twill bring no fears for me.
And when my soul is poised to fly
Over the sea of death;
Oh! send bright angels from on high
To bear me from the earth.