Description: Words by Abner Reed, published in 1797. In Ingalls 1805 there are three stanzas, each triple 88. 88. The last four lines of the third stanza are by Charles Wesley, 1746. This song is on page 240 in The Sacred Harp, 1844 to the present; an alto part was written by William Walker in 1866.
Original text and translations
1. Mine eyes are now closing to rest,
My body must soon be removed;
And moldering, 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.
2. O happy! thrice happy exchange!
My Savior with eyes full of love.
Now beckons me—soon I shall range
The fields of bright glory above.
O! break off these fetters of clay!
I long to be freed from this load:
Lord Jesus, I mourn thy delay.
Impatient to be with my God.
Each moment seems lingering and flow,
While far from my home I must stay;
I long for those pleasures that flow
Unceasing in regions of day.
3. No more to be tempted by sin;
No longer by Satan be vexed;
My conscience is peaceful within,
And is by no passion perplexed.
Now speedily wafted on wing,
This world in a moment I leave:
O death! where is now thy famed sting,
And where is thy victory, O grave?
Rejoice, for a brother's deceased, (a)
Our loss is his infinite gain;
A soul out of prison released,
And freed from its bodily pain.