| Song | When Musing Sorrow Weeps |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
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| Tags | When Musing Sorrow Weeps |
| Theme(s) | The Hope Of Eternal Life |
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When Musing Sorrow Weeps The Past,
And Mourns The Present Pain,
’Tis Sweet To Think Of Peace At Last,
And Feel That Death Is Gain.
’Tis Not That Murmuring Thoughts Arise,
And Dread A Father’s Will;
’Tis Not That Meek Submission Flies,
And Would Not Suffer Still.
It Is That Heaven-Born Faith Surveys
The Path That Leads To Light,
And Longs Her Eagle Plumes To Raise,
And Lose Herself In Sight.
It Is That Troubled Conscience Feels
The Pangs Of Struggling Sin,
And Sees, Though Far, The Hand That Heals,
And Ends The Strife Within.
O, Let Me Wing My Hallowed Flight
From Earth-Born Woe And Care,
And Soar Above These Clouds Of Night,
My Saviour’s Bliss To Share.
