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Job 3:17-20: How still and peaceful is the grave!

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 100 hymnals First Line: How still and peaceful is the grave! Lyrics: How still and peaceful is the grave! where, life’s vain tumults past, Th’ appointed house, by Heav’n’s decree, receives us all at last. The wicked there from troubling cease, their passions rage no more; And there the weary pilgrim rests from all the toils he bore. There rest the pris’ners, now released from slavery’s sad abode; No more they hear th’ oppressor’s voice, or dread the tyrant’s rod. There servants, masters, small and great, partake the same repose; And there, in peace, the ashes mix of those who once were foes. All, levelled by the hand of Death, lie sleeping in the tomb; Till God in judgment calls them forth, to meet their final doom. Scripture: Job 3:17-20

Job 5:6-12: Though trouble springs not from the dust

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 4 hymnals First Line: Though trouble springs not from the dust Lyrics: Though trouble springs not from the dust, nor sorrow from the ground; Yet ills on ills, by Heav’n’s decree, in man’s estate are found. As sparks in close succession rise, so man, the child of woe, Is doomed to endless cares and toils through all his life below. But with my God I leave my cause; from him I seek relief; To him, in confidence of prayer unbosom all my grief. Unnumbered are his wondrous works, unsearchable his ways; ’Tis his the mourning soul to cheer, the bowed down to raise. Scripture: Job 5:6-12

Job 8:11-22: The rush may rise where waters flow

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 10 hymnals First Line: The rush may rise where waters flow Lyrics: The rush may rise where waters flow, and flags beside the stream; But soon their verdure fades and dies before the scorching beam So is the sinner’s hope cut off; or, if it transient rise, ’Tis like the spider’s airy web, from every breath that flies. Fixed on his house he leans; his house and all its props decay: He holds it fast; but, while he holds, the tott’ring frame gives way. Fair in his garden, to the sun his boughs with verdure smile; And, deeply fixed, his spreading roots unshaken stand a while. 125 But forth the sentence flies from Heav’n, that sweeps him from his place; Which then denies him for its lord, nor owns it knew his face. Lo! this the joy of wicked men, who Heav’n’s high laws despise: They quickly fall; and in their room as quickly others rise. But, for the just, with gracious care, God will his power employ; He’ll teach their lips to sing his praise, and fill their hearts with joy. Scripture: Job 8:11-22

Job 14:1-15: Few are thy days, and full of woe

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 31 hymnals First Line: Few are thy days, and full of woe Lyrics: Few are thy days, and full of woe, O man, of woman born! Thy doom is written, ‘Dust thou art, and shalt to dust return.’ Behold the emblem of thy state in flow’rs that bloom and die, Or in the shadow’s fleeting form, that mocks the gazer’s eye. Guilty and frail, how shalt thou stand before thy sov’reign Lord? Can troubled and polluted springs a hallowed stream afford? Determined are the days that fly successive o’er thy head; The numbered hour is on the wing that lays thee with the dead. Great God! afflict not in thy wrath the short allotted span That bounds the few and weary days of pilgrimage to man. All nature dies, and lives again: the flow’r that paints the field, The trees that crown the mountain’s brow, and boughs and blossoms yield, Resign the honours of their form at Winter’s stormy blast, And leave the naked leafless plain a desolated waste. Yet soon reviving plants and flow’rs anew shall deck the plain; The woods shall hear the voice of Spring, and flourish green again. 126 But man forsakes this earthly scene, ah! never to return: Shall any foll’wing spring revive the ashes of the urn? The mighty flood that rolls along its torrents to the main, Can ne’er recall its waters lost from that abyss again. So days, and years, and ages past, descending down to night, Can henceforth never more return back to the gates of light; And man, when laid in lonesome grave, shall sleep in Death’s dark gloom, Until th’ eternal morning wake the slumbers of the tomb, O may the grave become to me the bed of peaceful rest, Whence I shall gladly rise at length, and mingle with the blest! Cheered by this hope, with patient mind, I’ll wait Heav’n’s high decree, Till the appointed period come, when death shall set me free. Scripture: Job 14:1-15

Job 26:6-14: Who can resist th' Almighty arm

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 5 hymnals First Line: Who can resist th' Almighty arm Lyrics: Who can resist th’ Almighty arm that made the starry sky? Or who elude the certain glance of God’s all-seeing eye? From him no cov’ring vails our crimes; hell opens to his sight; And all Destruction’s secret snares lie full disclosed in light. Firm on the boundless void of space he poised the steady pole, And in the circle of his clouds bade secret waters roll. While nature’s universal frame its Maker’s power reveals, His throne, remote from mortal eyes an awful cloud conceals. From where the rising day ascends, to where it sets in night, He compasses the floods with bounds, and checks their threat’ning might. The pillars that support the sky tremble at his rebuke; Through all its caverns quakes the earth, as though its centre shook. He brings the waters from their beds, although no tempest blows, And smites the kingdom of the proud without the hand of foes. With bright inhabitants above he fills the heavenly land, And all the crooked serpent’s breed dismayed before him stand. Few of his works can we survey; these few our skill transcend: But the full thunder of his pow’r what heart can comprehend? Scripture: Job 26:6-14

Prov. 1:20-31: In streets, and op'nings of the gates

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 3 hymnals First Line: In streets, and op'nings of the gates Lyrics: In streets, and op’nings of the gates, where pours the busy crowd, Thus heav’nly Wisdom lifts her voice, and cries to men aloud: How long, ye scorners of the truth, scornful will ye remain? How long shall fools their folly love, and hear my words in vain? O turn, at last, at my reproof! and, in that happy hour, His bless’d effusions on your heart my Spirit down shall pour. 127 But since so long, with earnest voice, to you in vain I call Since all my counsels and reproofs thus ineffectual fall; The time will come, when humbled low, in Sorrow’s evil day, Your voice by anguish shall be taught, but taught too late, to pray. When, like the whirlwind, o’er the deep comes Desolation’s blast; Pray’rs then extorted shall be vain, the hour of mercy past. The choice you made has fixed your doom; for this is Heav’n’s decree, That with the fruits of what he sowed the sinner filled shall be. Scripture: Proverbs 1:20-31

Prov. 3:13-17: O happy is the man who hears

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 302 hymnals First Line: O happy is the man who hears Lyrics: O happy is the man who hears Instruction’s warning voice; And who celestial Wisdom makes his early, only choice. For she has treasures greater far than east or west unfold; And her rewards more precious are than all their stores of gold. In her right hand she holds to view a length of happy days; Riches with splendid honours are what her left displays. She guides the young with innocence, in pleasure’s paths to tread, A crown of glory she bestows upon the hoary head. According as her labours rise, so her rewards increase; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace. Scripture: Proverbs 3:13-17

Prov. 6:6-12: Ye indolent and slothful! rise

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 3 hymnals First Line: Ye indolent and slothful! rise Lyrics: Ye indolent and slothful! rise, View the ant’s labours, and be wise; She has no guide to point her way, No ruler chiding her delay: Yet see with what incessant cares She for the winter’s storm prepares; In summer she provides her meat, And harvest finds her store complete. But when will slothful man rise? How long shall sleep seal up his eyes? Sloth more indulgence still demands; Sloth shuts the eyes, and folds the hands. But mark the end; want shall assail, When all your strength and vigour fail; Want, like an armed man, shall rush The hoary head of age to crush. Scripture: Proverbs 6:6-12

Eccles. 7:2-6: While others crowd the house of mirth

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 4 hymnals First Line: While others crowd the house of mirth Lyrics: While others crowd the house of mirth, and haunt the gaudy show, Let such as would with Wisdom dwell, frequent the house of woe. Better to weep with those who weep, and share th’ afflicted’s smart, Than mix with fools in giddy joys that cheat and wound the heart. When virtuous sorrow clouds the face, and tears bedim the eye, The soul is led to solemn thought, and wafted to the Sky. The wise in heart revisit oft grief’s dark sequestered cell; The thoughtless still with levity and mirth delight to dwell. The noisy laughter of the fool is like the crackling sound Of blazing thorns, which quickly fall in ashes to The ground. Scripture: Ecclesiastes 7:2-6

Isaiah 2:2-6: Behold! the mountain of the Lord

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 183 hymnals First Line: Behold! the mountain of the Lord Lyrics: Behold! the mountain of the Lord in latter days shall rise On mountain tops above the hills, and draw the wond’ring eyes. To this the joyful nations round, all tribes and tongues shall flow; Up to the hill of God, they’ll say, and to his house we’ll go. The beam that shines from Sion hill shall lighten ev’ry land; The King who reigns in Salem’s tow’rs shall all the world command. Among the nations he shall judge; his judgments truth shall guide; His sceptre shall protect the just, and quell the sinner’s pride. No strife shall rage, nor hostile feuds disturb those peaceful years; To ploughshares men shall beat their swords, to pruning-hooks their spears. 130 No longer hosts encount’ring hosts shall crowds of slain deplore: They hang the trumpet in the hall, and study war no more. Come then, O house of Jacob! come to worship at his Shrine; And, walking in the light of God, with holy beauties shine, Scripture: Isaiah 2:2-6