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Our life how short, a groan, a sigh

Hymnal: The Baptist Harmony #d289 (1834)

Our life how short, a groan, a sigh

Hymnal: The Baptist Harmony #d297 (1842)

Our life how short, a groan, a sigh

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors to which are added, a number never before published. #357 (1810)

Our life how short! a groan, a sigh

Hymnal: Village Hymns for Social Worship, Selected and Original #584 (1826)

Our life how short, a groan, a sigh

Hymnal: Village Hymns #584 (1852)

Our life how short, a groan, a sigh

Hymnal: Village hymns for social worship, selected and original #584 (1824)

Our life how short, a groan, a sigh

Hymnal: Village hymns for social worship, selected and original #584 (1840) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Resurrection

The death of Saints

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CCCLVII (1799) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Our life how short! a groan, a sigh Lyrics: 1 Our life how short! a groan, a sigh, We live, and then begin to die; Death steals upon us while we're green, Behind us digs a grave unseen. 2 But Oh! how great a mercy this, That death's a portal into bliss; While yet the body's scarce undrest, The soul ascends to heav'nly rest. 3 My soul! death swallows up thy fears, My grave-clothes wipe away all tears; why should we fear this parting pain, Who die that we may live again? 4 Oh! how the resurrection light, Will clarify believers' sight; How joyful will the saints arise And rub the dust from off their eyes! 5 My soul! my body I will trust With him who numbers every dust; My Saviour faithfully will keep His own--their death is but a sleep. Topics: Saints Death of; Funeral; Saints Death of Languages: English

The death of Saints

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CCCLVII (1802) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Our life how short! a groan, a sigh Lyrics: 1 Our life how short! a groan, a sigh, We live, and then begin to die; Death steals upon us while we're green, Behind us digs a grave unseen. 2 But Oh! how great a mercy this, That death's a portal into bliss; While yet the body's scarce undrest, The soul ascends to heav'nly rest. 3 My soul! death swallows up thy fears, My grave-clothes wipe away all tears; why should we fear this parting pain, Who die that we may live again? 4 Oh! how the resurrection light, Will clarify believers' sight; How joyful will the saints arise And rub the dust from off their eyes! 5 My soul! my body I will trust With him who numbers every dust; My Saviour faithfully will keep His own--their death is but a sleep. Topics: Saints Death of; Funeral; Saints Death of Languages: English