On the Loss of the Dearest Relative

From my fond arms my love is fled

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1 From my fond arms my love is fled,
And leaves me here to mourn;
Snatch'd to the mansions of the dead,
From whence there's no return.

2 My solitary bed forlorn,
At night my tears bedew;
And with the sun I wake at morn,
My sorrows to renew.

3 Where'er I turn my weary eyes,
Sad desolations reign;
In her all earthly comfort dies,
Nor hopes to rise again.

4 Behold me, Lord! thy grace impart!
Excessive grief subdue!
Compassion fills thy tender heart,
Which mortals never knew.

5 In death when the lov'd Lazarus slept
How pierc'd with human woe!
Over his tomb my Jesus wept,
With his, my tears may flow.

6 I would not murmur, though I mourn;
He gave, and takes away:
My comforts fled shall yet return
At the eternal day.

Source: A Collection of Evangelical Hymns #CXLVI

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Author: Hawes

Thomas Haweis (b. Redruth, Cornwall, England, 1734; d. Bath, England, 1820) Initially apprenticed to a surgeon and pharmacist, Haweis decided to study for the ministry at Oxford and was ordained in the Church of England in 1757. He served as curate of St. Mary Magdalen Church, Oxford, but was removed by the bishop from that position because of his Methodist leanings. He also was an assistant to Martin Madan at Locke Hospital, London. In 1764 he became rector of All Saints Church in Aldwinkle, Northamptonshire, and later served as administrator at Trevecca College, Wales, a school founded by the Countess of Huntingdon, whom Haweis served as chaplain. After completing advanced studies at Cambridge, he published a Bible commentary and a volume… Go to person page >

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