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From his low bed of mortal dust
Author: William Bengo Collyer Hymnal: Village hymns for social worship, selected and original #566 (1824)
From his low bed of mortal dust
From his low bed of mortal dust
Author: Collyer Hymnal: Village hymns for social worship, selected and original #566 (1840) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Funeral Hymns Scripture: Ecclesiastes 12:7
From his low bed of mortal dust
From his low bed of mortal dust
Author: William Bengo Collyer Hymnal: Hymns #717 (1851) Languages: English
From his low bed of mortal dust
From his low bed of mortal dust
Hymnal: Hymns #717 (1850) Languages: English
From his low bed of mortal dust
From his low bed of mortal dust
Hymnal: Plymouth Collection of Hymns and Tunes; for the use of Christian Congregations #1089 (1855)
From his low bed of mortal dust
From his low bed of mortal dust
Hymnal: The Baptist Hymn and Tune Book #1089 (1858)
From his low bed of mortal dust
From his low bed of mortal dust
Author: William Bengo Collyer Hymnal: A Collection of Spiritual Hymns #419 (1876) Languages: English
From his low bed of mortal dust
From his low bed of mortal dust
Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs; suited to the various kinds of Christian worship; and especially designed for and adapted to the Fraternity of the Brethren... #584 (1867) Languages: English
From his low bed of mortal dust
The dying Christian
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #381 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: From his low bed of mortal dust Lyrics: 1 From his low bed of mortal dust,
Escap'd the prison of his clay,
The new inhabitant of bliss
To heav'n directs his wond'rous way.
2 Ye fields, that witness'd once his tears,
Ye winds, that wafted oft his sighs,
Ye mountains, where he breath'd his pray'rs,
When sorrow's shadows veil'd his eyes;
3 No more the weary pilgrim mourns,
No more affliction wrings his heart;
Th'unfetter'd soul to God returns--
Forever he and anguish part!
4 Receive, O earth, his faded form,
In thy cold bosom let it lie;
Safe let it rest from ev'ry storm--
Soon must it rise, no more to die!
Topics: Consummation of Things Death Languages: English
The dying Christian
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