Deep Interr'd In Earth's Dark Womb
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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,
Peter Potter
1864
71
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.
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.
Lyndoch Cemetery
Greater Metro Adelaide- South Australia
1860’s
Adult (25 Years and Older)
Religious, Poem, Hymn