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The days of Paradise were few

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Sacred Poems and Hymns #14 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: The days of Paradise were few, Man lived not long in innocence; He sinn'd, and sin his offspring slew, Death pass'd on all for his offence. Adam survives throughout his race, We do our father's deeds by choice; Like him, we shun our Maker's face, And tremble at our Judge's voice. Yet is our Maker still our Friend; Man yet may meet his Judge with joy; God, in our nature, did not send His Son to punish and destoy. He sent Him forth to seek and save The lost, the dying, and the dead, Cancel the curse, despoil the grave, And bruise for ever Satan's head. Thou, who thy Son to us didst give, That none who trust in Him should die; Give us to Him that we may live;-- To His atoning blood we fly. Behold His sacrifice of love, So freely offer'd in our stead; Behold Him at the throne above, And save the souls for whom He bled. Topics: Fall and restoration of man Languages: English
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The Days Of Paradise Were Few

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16541 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: The days of pa­ra­dise were few Lyrics: 1 The days of pa­ra­dise were few, Man lived not long in in­no­cence; He sinned, and sin his off­spring slew, Death passed on all for his of­fense. 2 Adam sur­vives through­out his race, We do our father’s deeds by choice; Like him, we shun our mak­er’s face, And tremble at our judge’s voice. 3 Yet is our mak­er still our friend; Man yet may meet his judge with joy; God, in our na­ture, did not send His Son to pun­ish and de­stroy. 4 He sent Him forth to seek and save The lost, the dy­ing, and the dead, Cancel the curse, de­spoil the grave, And bruise for­ev­er Sa­tan’s head. 5 Thou, who Thy Son to us didst give, That none who trust in Him should die; Give us to Him that we may live— To His aton­ing blood we fly. 6 Behold His sac­ri­fice of love, So free­ly of­fered in our stead; Behold Him at the throne ab­ove, And save the souls for whom He bled. Languages: English Tune Title: IRAE

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