Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 2025 Edition
240 Christian Song
Words: Abner Reed, 1789
Music: The Christian Harmony, 1805. Alto William Walker, 1867
Meter: 8s.
Mine eyes are now closing to rest;
My body must soon be removed,
And mold’ring, lie buried in dust,
No more to be envied or loved.
Ah! what is this drawing my breath,
And stealing my senses away?
O tell me, my soul, is it death,
Releasing me kindly from clay?
Now mounting, my soul shall descry
The regions of pleasure and love;
My spirit triumphant shall fly,
And dwell with my Savior above.
My body must soon be removed,
And mold’ring, lie buried in dust,
No more to be envied or loved.
Ah! what is this drawing my breath,
And stealing my senses away?
O tell me, my soul, is it death,
Releasing me kindly from clay?
Now mounting, my soul shall descry
The regions of pleasure and love;
My spirit triumphant shall fly,
And dwell with my Savior above.