Longing for Immortality. 2 Cor. 5. 4; Rom. 8. 23
A. Steele L.M.
1
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.
2
Nor is it liberty alone,
Which prompts our restless, ardent sighs;
For immortality we groan,
For robes and mansions in the skies.
3
Eternal mansions! bright array!
O blest exchange! transporting thought!
Free from the approaches of decay,
Or the least shadow of a spot.
4
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.
5
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.
