| Lyrics: | Oh, Lovely Appearance of Death
Oh, lovely appearance of death,_
What sight upon
earth is so fair?
Not all the gay pageants that breathe
Can with a dead body
compare.
In solemn delight I survey
A corpse when the spirit is fled
In love with the
beautiful clay,
And longing to lie in its stead _
Its languishing pain is at
rest,
Its aching and aching are o'er ;
The quiet immovable breast
Is pained by
affliction no more.
The heart it no longer receives
Of trouble and torturing pain;
It
ceases to flutter and beat,
It never shall flutter again.
From Our Singing Country,
Lomax
Recorded by Hally Wood
@religion @death
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