I Would Not Live Alway; I Ask Not to Stay |
William A. Muehlenberg, 1824
I would not live alway; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way. The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here Suffice for life's woes, are enough for its cheer.
2. I would not live alway; thus fettered by sin, | 3. I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb: Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom. There sweet be my rest till He bids me arise To hail Him in triumph descending the skies.
4. Ah, who would live alway, away from his God, |
5. Where saints of all ages in harmony meet Their Savior and brethren transported to greet, While anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, The smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul? |