And let our feeble bodies fail

And let our feeble bodies fail,And let them faint and die;We soon shall quit the mournful valeAnd soar to worlds on high;

Shall join the glorified saints,And find our long-sought rest,That only bliss for which we pant,In the Redeemer's breast.

In hope of that immortal crown,We now the cross sustain;And gladly wander up and down,And smile at toil and pain.

We suffer on our threescore years,Till our Deliv'rer come,And wipe away his servants' tears,And take his exiles home.