Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition
240 Christian Song
Words: Christian Harmony, 1805
Music: Jeremiah Ingalls, 1805
Meter: 8s (8,8)
Mine eyes are now closing to rest,
My body must soon be removed,
And mould’ring, lie buried in dust,
No more to be envied or loved.
Ah! what is this drawing my breath,
And stealing my senses away?
Oh 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 shall triumphant fly,
And dwell with my Savior above.
My body must soon be removed,
And mould’ring, lie buried in dust,
No more to be envied or loved.
Ah! what is this drawing my breath,
And stealing my senses away?
Oh 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 shall triumphant fly,
And dwell with my Savior above.