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Few, few and evil are thy days

Author: James Montgomery Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Appears in 10 hymnals Topics: Life and death and judgment Lyrics: Few, few and evil are thy days, Man, of a woman born; Peril and trouble haunt thy ways; Forth, like a flower at morn, The tender infant springs to light, Youth blossoms to the breeze, Age, withering age, is cropt ere night; Man like a shadow flees. 215 And dost thou look on such an one? Will God to judgment call A worm, for what a worm hath done Against the Lord of all? As fail the waters from the deep, As summer-brooks run dry, Man lieth down in dreamless sleep, His life is vanity. Man lieth down, no more to wake, Till yonder arching sphere Shall, with a roll of thunder, break, And nature disappear. O hide me, till Thy wrath be past, Thou who canst slay or save! Hide me, where hope may anchor fast, In my Redeemer's grave. Scripture: Job 14:1-3

And am I only born to die?

Meter: Irregular Appears in 124 hymnals Topics: Holy Spirit The certaintiy of death and Judgment Lyrics: 1 And am I only born to die? And must I suddenly comply With nature’s stern decree? What after death for me remains? Celestial joys, or hellish pains, To all eternity? 2 How then ought I on earth to live, While God prolongs the kind reprieve, And props the house of clay; My sole concern, my single care, To watch, and tremble, and prepare Against the fatal day! 3 No room for mirth or trifling here, For worldly hope, or worldly fear, If life so soon is gone; If now the Judge is at the door, And all mankind must stand before Th'inexorable throne! 4 No matter which my thoughts employ; A moment’s misery, or joy; But oh! when both shall end, Where shall I find my destin'd place? Shall I my everlasting days With fiends or angels spend? 5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath But how I may escape the death That never, never dies! How make mine own election sure; And when I fail on earth, secure A mansion in the skies. 6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray, Be thou my guide, be thou my way To glorious happiness! Ah! write the pardon on my heart! And whensoe’er I hence depart, Let me depart in peace.

Stoop down, my thoughts, that us'd to rise

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 120 hymnals Topics: Holy Spirit The certaintiy of death and Judgment Lyrics: 1 Stoop down, my thoughts, that us'd to rise, Converse a while with death; Think how a gasping mortal lies, And pants away his breath. 2 His quivering lip hangs feebly down, His pulses faint and few, Then, speechless, with a doleful groan He bids the world adieu. 3 But, O the soul that never dies! At once it leaves the clay! Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies, And track its wondrous way. 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell, It mounts triumphing there; Or devils plunge it down to hell In infinite despair. 5 And must my body faint and die? And must this soul remove? O for some guardian angel nigh, To bear it safe above! 6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand My naked soul I trust, And my flesh waits for thy command To drop into my dust.

I saw, beyond the tomb

Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 58 hymnals Topics: Holy Spirit The certaintiy of death and Judgment Lyrics: 1 I saw, beyond the tomb, The awful Judge appear, Prepar'd to scan with strict account, My blessings wasted here. 2 His wrath like flaming fire, Burn'd to the lowest hell-- And in that hopeless world of wo, He bade my spirit dwell. 3 Ye sinners, fear the Lord, While yet 'tis call'd today; Soon will the awful voice of death Command your souls away. 4 Soon will the harvest close-- The summer soon be o'er-- And soon, your injur'd, angry God Will hear your prayers no more. Scripture: Jeremiah 8:20

Why will ye lavish out your years

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 30 hymnals Topics: Holy Spirit The certaintiy of death and Judgment Lyrics: 1 Why will ye lavish out your years Amidst a thousand trifling cares? While, in the various range of thought, The one thing needful is forgot. 2 Why will ye chase the fleeting wind, And famish an immortal mind; While angels with regret look down, To see you spurn a heav'nly crown? 3 Th'eternal God calls from above, And Jesus pleads his dying love; Awaken'd conscience gives you pain: And shall they join their please in vain? 4 Not so your dying eyes shall view Those objects, which ye now pursue. Not so shall heav'n and hell appear, When the decisive hour is near. 5 Almighty God! thine aid impart, To fix conviction on the heart. Thy pow'r can clear the darkest eyes, And make the haughtiest scorner wise.