Deep Interr'd In Earth's Dark Womb
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Transcript
Deep interr'd in earth's dark womb,
The mould'ring body lies:
But the Christian from the tomb
Shall soon triumphant rise,
The mould'ring body lies:
But the Christian from the tomb
Shall soon triumphant rise,
Memorial Name
Peter Potter
Year of Death
1864
Age
71
Research
From a hymn, without a clear name, it is the second verse:
Deep interr'd in earth's dark womb,
The mould'ring body lies:
But the Christian from the tomb
Shall soon triumphant rise,
Jesus Christ, the rightouse Judge,
For all his people's sins was slain,
Give the Saviour, without grudge
The purchase of his pain.
Deep interr'd in earth's dark womb,
The mould'ring body lies:
But the Christian from the tomb
Shall soon triumphant rise,
Jesus Christ, the rightouse Judge,
For all his people's sins was slain,
Give the Saviour, without grudge
The purchase of his pain.
References
The full hymn:
At the interment of a Believer:
Verse 1
Christians, view this solemn scene,
And if your souls be sad,
Look beyond the cloud between,
And let your hearts be glad.
Never from your memory lose,
The resurrection of the just.
Death's a bessing now to those
Who in our Jesus trust.
Verse 2
Deep interr'd in earth's dark womb,
The mould'ring body lies:
But the Christian from the tomb
Shall soon triumphant rise,
Jesus Christ, the rightouse Judge,
For all his people's sins was slain,
Give the Saviour, without grudge
The purchase of his pain.
Verse 3
Now, The grave's a downy bed
Embroider'd round with blood,
Say not the believer's dead,
He only rests in God.
Lord, we long to be at home,
Lay down our head, and sleep in thee.
Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come,
And set thy prisoners free.
At the interment of a Believer:
Verse 1
Christians, view this solemn scene,
And if your souls be sad,
Look beyond the cloud between,
And let your hearts be glad.
Never from your memory lose,
The resurrection of the just.
Death's a bessing now to those
Who in our Jesus trust.
Verse 2
Deep interr'd in earth's dark womb,
The mould'ring body lies:
But the Christian from the tomb
Shall soon triumphant rise,
Jesus Christ, the rightouse Judge,
For all his people's sins was slain,
Give the Saviour, without grudge
The purchase of his pain.
Verse 3
Now, The grave's a downy bed
Embroider'd round with blood,
Say not the believer's dead,
He only rests in God.
Lord, we long to be at home,
Lay down our head, and sleep in thee.
Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come,
And set thy prisoners free.
Cemetery
Lyndoch Cemetery
Location
Greater Metro Adelaide- South Australia
Year of Memorial
1860’s
Age Range
Adult (25 Years and Older)
General
Religious, Poem, Hymn