Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #693: No, I'Ll Repine At Death No More

Hymn #692 Hymn #694

Death, Resurrection, and Eternity

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693 (L.M.) Isaac Watts

No, I'll repine at death no more,

But with a cheerful gasp resign

To the cold dungeon of the grave

These dying, with'ring limbs of mine.

Let worms devour my wasting flesh,

And crumble all my bones to dust,

My God shall raise my frame afresh

At the revival of the just.

Break, sacred morning, through the skies,

Bring that delightful, dreadful day;

Cut short the hours, dear Lord, and come:

Thy ling'ring wheels, how long they stay!

Haste, then, upon the wings of love,

Rouse the redeemèd sleeping clay,

That we may join in heav'nly joys,

And sing the triumph of the day.

Hymn #692 Hymn #694