Scripture Verse

I loathe it; I would not live always. Job 7:16


Words: Su­san­na Har­ris­on, Songs in the Night (Ip­swich, Eng­land: Pun­chard & Jer­myn, 1780), pag­es 84–85.

Music: Adams­town Al­fred W. Hare, 1895 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Har­ris­on or Hare (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


When will my sweet re­lease be signed,
To quit this house of clay?
When shall my spir­it, un­con­fined,
To glo­ry wing her way?

O how I loathe this mor­tal life,
I hate this slav­ish fear;
I long to end this te­di­ous strife
With sin and sor­row here.

I long to see a smil­ing God,
In ev­er­last­ing light;
When shall I reach His blest abode,
And gain th’en­rap­tured sight?

My tow­er­ing thoughts dis­dain to roll
Amongst these earth­ly toys;
Jesus is dear­er to my soul
Than life with all its joys.

Make haste, my days, fly fast­er still,
And bring me to the place,
To that de­light­ful, ho­ly hill,
Where Je­sus shows His face.

Why am I chained to earth so long,
Exposed to ev­ery snare?
When shall I join the heav’n­ly throng,
And dwell for ev­er there?