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The Dream of Pilate's Wife

Hymnal: Better Than Pearls #221 (1881) Hymnal Title: Better Than Pearls First Line: It was not sleep that bound my sight Languages: English Tune Title: OAK

Dream of Pilate's wife

Hymnal: Hymns for Second Advent Believers #d62 (1852) Hymnal Title: Hymns for Second Advent Believers First Line: It was not sleep that bound my sight Languages: English

Hymnal: Hymns for Use in Divine Worship ... Seventh-Day Adventists #d546 (1886) Hymnal Title: Hymns for Use in Divine Worship ... Seventh-Day Adventists First Line: It was not sleep that bound my sight Languages: English

The dream of Pilate's wife

Hymnal: Supplement to the Advent and Sabbath Hymn Book #d39 (1858) Hymnal Title: Supplement to the Advent and Sabbath Hymn Book First Line: It was not sleep that bound my sight

It was not sleep that bound my sight

Author: Rev. C. W. Baird Hymnal: The American Vocalist #320 (1849) Hymnal Title: The American Vocalist Tune Title: THE DREAM OF PILATE'S WIFE

The Dream Of Pilate's Wife

Author: Charles W. Baird Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10825 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal First Line: It was not sleep that bound my sight Lyrics: 1 It was not sleep that bound my sight Upon that well remembered night; It was not fancy’s fitful power Beguiled me in that solemn hour. But o’er the vision of my soul The mystic future seemed to roll; And in the deep, prophetic trance, Revealed its treasures to my glance. 2 Before my wondering eyes there stood A vast, a countless multitude; The hoary sire, the prattling child, The mother, and the maiden mild, The gladsome youth, and man of care— All tribes, all ages, mingled there; And all, where’er I turned to see, In humble silence bent the knee. 3 Still o’er the crowded scene I gazed; Against the lurid eastern sky I saw the shameful cross upraised, I saw the sufferer doomed to die. ’Twas He whom late with sorrowing mien, In Zion’s streets I oft had seen; And now in blood and agony, He turned a dying look to me. 4 Then softly from that gathering throng Arose the sound of solemn song; And while I caught the swelling lay, The myriad voices seemed to say— "And we believe in Him that died, By Pontius Pilate crucified— That He shall come, when time is fled, To judge the living and the dead." 5 I woke; thou wast not by my side, I heard a loud exulting cry; I heard the scornful priests deride, The elders murmur, "Crucify!" O Pilate! hadst thou marked my prayer, That guiltless blood to shield and spare, That deed of horror would not be A stain to thine—a curse to thee! 6 Our scenes of early love are past; Our youthful spring is withered all; Afar from Rome our lot is cast, Beneath the sunny skies of Gaul; The thoughts that memory treasures yet Of other days, begin to flee; But never shall my heart forget The Crucified of Galilee! Languages: English Tune Title: GOLDERS GREEN

It was not sleep that bound my sight

Author: Anon. Hymnal: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #1394 (1886) Hymnal Title: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book Lyrics: 1 It was not sleep that bound my sight Upon that well remembered night; It was not fancy's fitful power Beguiled me in that solemn hour But o'er the vision of my soul The mystic future seemed to roll; And in the deep, prophetic trance, Revealed its treasures to my glance. 2 Before my wond'ring eyes there stood A vast, a countless multitude; The hoary sire, the prattling child, The mother, and the maiden mild, The gladsome youth, and man of care All tribes, all ages, mingled there; And all, where'er I turned to see, In humble silence bent the knee. 3 As o'er the crowded scene I gazed, Against the lurid, eastern sky, I saw the shameful cross upraised, I saw the sufferer doomed to die. 'Twas He whom late with sorrowing mien, In Zion's streets I oft had seen; And now in blood and agony, He turned a dying look on me. 4 Then softly from that gath'ring throng Arose the sound of solemn song; And while I caught the swelling lay, The myriad voices seemed to say "And we believe in Him that died, By Pontius Pilate crucified That he shall come, when time is fled, To judge the living and the dead." 5 I woke; thou wast not by my side, I heard a loud exulting cry: I heard the scornful priest deride, The elders murmur, "Crucify!" O Pilate! hadst thou marked my prayer, That guiltless blood to shield and spare, That deed of horror would not be A stain to thine a curse to thee! 6 Our early days of joy are past; Our youthful spring is withered all; Afar from Rome our lot is cast, Beneath the sunny skies of Gaul; The thoughts that memory treasures yet Of other days, begin to flee; But never shall my heart forget The Crucified of Galilee! Topics: Bible Songs Special Selections Scripture: Mark 15:15 Tune Title: DREAM OF PILATE'S WIFE