Spiritual Song

Spiritual song.

IF you’ll attend, my friends, awhile,
I’ll tell the story of a child:
(She was about eight years of age
When lo she left this earthly stage)
One day as she was at a place
Where Christians meet to see God’s face,
The Lord was pleas’d to let her see
That sin would lead to misery.
We trust she is gone to the realms above,
To the realms of pleasure, peace and love.

She then began to weep and cry,
And sought for mercy from on high;
But when her wicked father came
He forc’d her home [to his great shame;]
But she continued praying still,
Which did her friends with anger fill.
Her father and her mother too
United strove her to undo.
We trust she is gone to the realms above,
To the realms of pleasure, peace and love.
None

They curs’d and swore, and beat the child,
And thus tormented her awhile;
But Jesus herd her groans and cries,
And sent salvation from the skies.
She shouted glory to the Lamb,
Which did her parents’ wrath inflame,
They strove with all their might and main,
But all their efforts prov’d in vain.
We trust she is gone to the realms above,
To the realms of pleasure, peace and love.

But Oh! her trials none can tell;
Her sorrows to a flood did swell;
At length she prayed that God would come
And bring her suffering spirit home;
It was not long before the Lord
Gave her in heaven a great reward;
But while upon her dying bed,
She rat I’d her friends, and thin she said:
“O Father, Mother, fare you well,
“I’m going home with God to dwell;
“You tri’d to lead your child to hell,
“But now, Oh Parents! fare you well.
“Farewell, farewell, I’m going home,
“Sweet Jesus smiles and bids me come.
“I hear sweet angels round my bed,
“To waft me home when I am dead.
We trust she is gone to the realms above,
To the realms of pleasure, peace and love.

“O mother shall I see you stand
“With all the damn’d at God’s left hand?
“O: must I hear you stream and cry,
“And roar in hell eternally?
“You now can wound my soul no more,
“My painful scenes are almost o’er.
“I feel sweet heaven in my breast,
“I long to rise, and shout and rest.
We trust she is gone to the realms above,
To the realms of pleasure, peace and love.
None

Her sisters too, she bade adieu:
“I soon shall cease to pray for you;
“O! do forsake your sinful way,
“And cease to dance and sport and play.”
A little while she talk’d and pray’d,
Then clap’d her hands, and thus she said:
“I hear sweet angels round me sing;
“I see my Jesus, Friend and King:
“Yonder see my Saviour stand,
“With crowns of life in his right hand,
“O! that I could this moment die,
“And rise and shout above the sky!”
She cri’d “O Jesus! Jesus! come!
“And bear thy suffering daughter home!
“O! let my soul this moment fly,
“And join the shouts and songs on high.
“Come, O! my Jesus, let me go,
“From this dark vale of sin and woe:
“O! how I long to join the train
“That’s shouting through bright Salem’s plain.”
At last she slept in Jesus’ arms,
Her soul enraptured in his charms.
The waiting angels flew away.
And bore her soul to endless day.
We trust she is gone to the realms above,
To the realms of pleasure, peace and love.

She left a lifeless corpse behind,
Which soon was in the grave confin’d;
But shining angels bore her soul
Up where eternal pleasures roll;
And now she rests in Paradise,
Her Jesus wipes her weeping eyes;
She weeps and cries and sighs no more,
But shouts with Saints on Zion’s shore,
She is gone, she is gone, to the realms above,
To the realms of pleasure, peace and love.

Item Information help

  • Item ID
    bsvg200902
  • Genre
    broadsides
  • Illustrated
  • DCMI Type
    Still Image
  • Extent
    29 cm x 23 cm
  • Title
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