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Everlasting--Ps. 90
Author: E. H. Bickersteth Hymnal: Laudes Domini #119 (1890) Topics: Eternity; God Eternity; Eternity; God Eternity First Line: O God, the Rock of Ages Lyrics: 1 O God, the Rock of Ages,
Who evermore hast been,
What time the tempest rages,
Our dwelling-place serene:
Before thy first creations,
O Lord, the same as now,
To endless generations,
The Everlasting thou!
2 Our years are like the shadows
On sunny hills that lie,
Or grasses in the meadows
That blossom but to die:
A sleep, a dream, a story,
By strangers quickly told,
An unremaining glory
Of things that soon are old.
3 O thou who canst not slumber,
Whose light grows never pale,
Teach us aright to number
Our years before they fail!
On us thy mercy lighten,
On us thy goodness rest,
And let thy Spirit brighten
The hearts thyself hast blessed! Languages: English Tune Title: CAROLYN
Everlasting--Ps. 90
How long, sometimes, a day appears!
Author: Taylor Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #905 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Time and Eternity; Time and Eternity Compared Lyrics: 1 How long, sometimes, a day appears!
And weeks, how long are they!
Months move on slow, as if the years
Would never pass away.
2 But even years are passing by,
And soon must all be gone;
For day by day, as minutes fly,
Eternity comes on.
3 Days, months, and years must have an end:
Eternity has none;
'Twill always have as long to spend
As when it first begun.
4 Great God! a creature cannot tell
How such a thing can be;
I only pray that I may dwell
That long, long time with thee.
How long, sometimes, a day appears!
What Wondrous Love Is This
Author: Rev. Alex Means Hymnal: Worship in Song #184 (1996) Topics: Eternal Life; Eternity First Line: What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul! Lyrics: 1 What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul!
What wondrous love is this! O my soul!
What wondrous love is this!
That caused the Lord of bliss,
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul;
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul!
2 When I was sinking down, sinking down, sinking down,
When I was sinking down, sinking down,
When I was sinking down
beneath God's righteous frown,
Christ laid aside his crown for my soul, for my soul,
Christ laid aside his crown for my soul!
3 To God and to the Lamb I will sing, I will sing;
To God and to the Lamb I will sing.
To God and to the Lamb,
Who is the great I Am,
While millions join the theme, I will sing, I will sing;
While millions join the theme, I will sing.
4 And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on,
And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing on,
And when from death I’m free,
I’ll sing and joyful be,
throughout eternity I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on,
Throughout eternity I’ll sing on. Tune Title: WONDROUS LOVE
What Wondrous Love Is This
Days and moments quickly flying
Author: E. Caswall, 1814-1878, and others Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #577 (1917) Topics: The Christian Life Time, Death, Eternity Lyrics: 1 Days and moments quickly flying
Blend the living with the dead;
Soon will you and I be lying
Each within his narrow bed.
2 Soon our souls to God who gave them
Will have sped their rapid flight:
Able now by grace to save them
O that while we can we might!
3 O by Thy power
Grant, Lord, that we
At our last hour
Fall not from Thee;
Saved by Thy grace,
Thine may we be
All through the days of eternity.
4 Jesu, merciful Redeemer,
Rouse dead souls to hear Thy voice;
Wake, O wake each idle dreamer
Now to make the eternal choice.
5 Soon before the Judge all-glorious
We with all the dead shall stand;
Saviour, over death victorious,
Place us then on Thy right hand.
6 Life passeth soon:
Death draweth near:
Keep us, good Lord,
Till Thou appear:
With Thee to live,
With Thee to die,
With Thee to reign through eternity. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. SYLVESTER
Days and moments quickly flying
A prayer of the afflicted
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #176 (1786) Topics: Christ the eternal Creator; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; Christ the eternal Creator; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face,
But answer, lest I die;
Hast thou not built a throne of grace,
To hear when sinners cry?
2 My days are wasted like the smoke
Dissolving in the air;
My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke,
And sinking in dispair.
3 My spirits flag like withering grass
Burnt with excessive heat:
In secret groans my minutes pass,
And I forget to eat.
4 As on some lonely building’s top,
The sparrow tells her moan,
Far from the tents of joy and hope
I sit and grieve alone.
5 My soul is like a wilderness
Where beasts of midnight howl;
Where the sad raven finds her place,
And where the screaming owl.
6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears
Dwell in my troubled breast;
While sharp reproaches wound my ears,
Nor give my spirit rest.
7 My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repast;
My daily bread, like ashes grows
Unpleasant to my taste.
8 Sense can afford no real joy
To souls that feel thy frown;
Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high
Thy hand hath cast me down.
9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear;
And life’s declining light
Grows faint as evening-shadows are,
That vanish into night.
10 But thou forever art the same,
O my eternal God;
Ages to come shall know thy name,
And spread thy works abroad.
11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face,
Nor will my Lord delay,
Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.
12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry,
And by mysterious ways,
Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die,
And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:20-21 Languages: English
A prayer of the afflicted
A Prayer of the afflicted
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #176 (1790) Topics: Christ the eternal Creator; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; Christ the eternal Creator; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face,
But answer, lest I die;
Hast thou not built a throne of grace,
To hear when sinners cry?
2 My days are wasted like the smoke
Dissolving in the air;
My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke,
And sinking in dispair.
3 My spirits flag like withering grass
Burnt with excessive heat:
In secret groans my minutes pass,
And I forget to eat.
4 As on some lonely building’s top,
The sparrow tells her moan,
Far from the tents of joy and hope
I sit and grieve alone.
5 My soul is like a wilderness
Where beasts of midnight howl;
Where the sad raven finds her place,
And where the screaming owl.
6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears
Dwell in my troubled breast;
While sharp reproaches wound my ears,
Nor give my spirit rest.
7 My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repast;
My daily bread, like ashes grows
Unpleasant to my taste.
8 Sense can afford no real joy
To souls that feel thy frown;
Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high
Thy hand hath cast me down.
9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear;
And life’s declining light
Grows faint as evening-shadows are,
That vanish into night.
10 But thou forever art the same,
O my eternal God;
Ages to come shall know thy name,
And spread thy works abroad.
11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face,
Nor will my Lord delay,
Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.
12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry,
And by mysterious ways,
Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die,
And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:20-21 Languages: English
A Prayer of the afflicted
Prayer heard, and Zion restored
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #177 (1786) Topics: Christ the eternal Creator; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; Christ the eternal Creator; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity First Line: Let Zion, and her sons rejoice Lyrics: 1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice,
Behold the promis'd hour:
Her Gos hath heard her mourning voice,
And comes t' exalt his power.
2 Her dust and ruins that remain,
Are precious in our eyes;
Those ruins shall be built again,
And all that dust shall rise.
3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there;
Nations shall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.
4 He sits a sovereign on his throne,
With pity in his eyes:
He hears the dying prisoners' groan,
And sees their sighs arise.
5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death,
And when his saints complain,
It shan't be said, "That praying breath
"Was ever spent in vain."
6 This shall be known when we are dead,
And left on long record;
That ages yet unborn may read,
And trust, and praise the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 102:13-21 Languages: English
Prayer heard, and Zion restored
Prayer heard, and Zion restored
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #177 (1790) Topics: Christ the eternal Creator; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; Christ the eternal Creator; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity First Line: Let Zion, and her sons rejoice Lyrics: 1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice,
Behold the promis'd hour:
Her God hath heard her mourning voice,
And comes t' exalt his power.
2 Her dust and ruins that remain,
Are precious in our eyes;
Those ruins shall be built again,
And all that dust shall rise.
3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there;
Nations shall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.
4 He sits a sovereign on his throne,
With pity in his eyes:
He hears the dying prisoners groan,
And sees their sighs arise.
5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death,
And when his saints complain,
It shan't be said, "That praying breath
"Was ever spent in vain."
6 This shall be known when we are dead,
And left on long record;
That ages yet unborn may read,
And trust, and praise the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 102:13-21 Languages: English
Prayer heard, and Zion restored
A prayer of the afflicted
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #187 (1786) Topics: Christ the eternal Creator; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; Christ the eternal Creator; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face,
But answer, lest I die;
Hast thou not built a throne of grace,
To hear when sinners cry?
2 My days are wasted like the smoke
Dissolving in the air;
My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke,
And sinking in dispair.
3 My spirits flag like withering grass
Burnt with excessive heat:
In secret groans my minutes pass,
And I forget to eat.
4 As on some lonely building’s top,
The sparrow tells her moan,
Far from the tents of joy and hope
I sit and grieve alone.
5 My soul is like a wilderness
Where beasts of midnight howl;
Where the sad raven finds her place,
And where the screaming owl.
6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears
Dwell in my troubled breast;
While sharp reproaches wound my ears,
Nor give my spirit rest.
7 My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repast;
My daily bread, like ashes grows
Unpleasant to my taste.
8 Sense can afford no real joy
To souls that feel thy frown;
Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high
Thy hand hath cast me down.
9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear;
And life’s declining light
Grows faint as evening-shadows are,
That vanish into night.
10 But thou forever art the same,
O my eternal God;
Ages to come shall know thy name,
And spread thy works abroad.
11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face,
Nor will my Lord delay,
Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.
12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry,
And by mysterious ways,
Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die,
And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:20-21 Languages: English
A prayer of the afflicted
A prayer of the afflicted
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #187 (1787) Topics: Christ the eternal Creator; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; Christ the eternal Creator; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face,
But answer, lest I die;
Hast thou not built a throne of grace,
To hear when sinners cry?
2 My days are wasted like the smoke
Dissolving in the air;
My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke,
And sinking in despair.
3 My spirits flag like withering grass
Burnt with excessive heat:
In secret groans my minutes pass,
And I forget to eat.
4 As on some lonely building’s top,
The sparrow tells her moan,
Far from the tents of joy and hope
I sit and grieve alone.
5 My soul is like a wilderness
Where beasts of midnight howl;
Where the sad raven finds her place,
And where the screaming owl.
6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears
Dwell in my troubled breast;
While sharp reproaches wound my ears,
Nor give my spirit rest.
7 My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repast;
My daily bread, like ashes grows
Unpleasant to my taste.
8 Sense can afford no real joy
To souls that feel thy frown;
Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high
Thy hand hath cast me down.
9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear;
And life’s declining light
Grows faint as evening-shadows are,
That vanish into night.
10 But thou forever art the same,
O my eternal God;
Ages to come shall know thy name,
And spread thy works abroad.
11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face,
Nor will my Lord delay,
Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.
12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry,
And by mysterious ways,
Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die,
And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:1-13 Languages: English
A prayer of the afflicted
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