I Would Not Live Alway I Ask Not To Stay
I would not live alway: I ask not to stay
Where storm after storm rises dark o’er our way;
The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here
Are enough for life’s woes, full enough for its cheer.
I would not live alway, thus fetter’d by sin,
Temptation without, and corruption within:
E’en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears,
And the cup of salvation with penitent tears.
I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb:
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom;
There sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise
To hail Him in triumph descending the skies.
Who, who would live alway, away from his God;
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode?
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o’er the bright plains,
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns;
Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Saviour and brethren, transported, to greet:
While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.
Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America,