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Why flow these torrents of distress

Author: Philip Doddridge Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns from Various Authors. New ed. #d372 (1816) Hymnal Title: A Collection of Hymns from Various Authors. New ed. Languages: English

Why flow these torrents of distress

Author: Philip Doddridge Hymnal: A New Selection of Psalms and Hymns from the Most Approved Authors, Adapted to Public and Private Worship. 2nd ed. #d555 (1832) Hymnal Title: A New Selection of Psalms and Hymns from the Most Approved Authors, Adapted to Public and Private Worship. 2nd ed. Languages: English

Why flow these torrents of distress

Author: Philip Doddridge Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns from the Best Authors, intended to be an Appendix to Dr. Watts' Psalms & Hymns. 2nd Baltimore ed. #aDLXII (1804) Hymnal Title: A Selection of Hymns from the Best Authors, intended to be an Appendix to Dr. Watts' Psalms & Hymns. 2nd Baltimore ed.

Why flow these torrents of distress

Author: Philip Doddridge Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns from the Best Authors. #562 (1826) Hymnal Title: A Selection of Hymns from the Best Authors. Languages: English

Why flow these torrents of distress

Author: Philip Doddridge Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns, from the Best Authors, Designed as a Supplement to Dr. Watts' Psalms and Hymns #d742 (1816) Hymnal Title: A Selection of Hymns, from the Best Authors, Designed as a Supplement to Dr. Watts' Psalms and Hymns Languages: English

Why flow these torrents of distress

Author: Philip Doddridge Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns, from Various Authors #d439 (1831) Hymnal Title: A Selection of Hymns, from Various Authors Languages: English

Departed soul, asleep

Author: Dr. Doddridge Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #DLXII (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: A Selection of Hymns First Line: "Why flow these torrents of distress?" Lyrics: 1 "Why flow these torrents of distress?" (The gentle Savior cries) "Why are my sleeping saints survey'd "With unbelieving eyes? 2 "Death's feeble arm shall never boast, "A friend of Christ's is slain; "Nor o'er their meaner part in D=dust "A lasting power retain. 3 "I come, on wings of love I come "The slumberers to awake; "My voice shall reach the deepest tomb, "And all its bounds shall break. 4 "Touch'd by my hand, in smiles they rise; "They rise, to sleep no more; "But rob'd with light and crown'd with joy, "To endless day they soar." 5 Jesus, our faith receives thy word; And, tho' fond nature weep, Grace learns to hail the pious dead, And emulate their sleep. 6 Our willing souls thy summons wait With them to rest and praise; So let thy much-lov'd presence cheer These separating days. Topics: Death; Death A sleep to good men Scripture: Mark 5:39 Languages: English