Longing for Immortality. 2 Cor. 5. 4; Rom. 8. 23
A. Steele L.M.
Sad prisoners in a house of clay,
With sins, and griefs, and pains oppressed,
We groan the lingering hours away,
And wish and long to be released.
Nor is it liberty alone,
Which prompts our restless, ardent sighs;
For immortality we groan,
For robes and mansions in the skies.
Eternal mansions! bright array!
O blest exchange! transporting thought!
Free from the approaches of decay,
Or the least shadow of a spot.
Bright world of bliss, O could I see
One shining glimpse, one cheerful ray,
(Fair dawn of immortality)
Break through these tottering walls of clay.
Jesus, in thy dear name I trust,
My life, my light, my Saviour, God;
When this frail house dissolves in dust,
O raise me to thy bright abode.