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Thankless for favors from on high

Thankless for favors from on high

Tune: SOHO
Published in 2 hymnals

Printable scores: PDF, Noteworthy Composer
Audio files: MIDI

Full Text

1 Thankless for favors from on high,
Man thinks he fades too soon:
Though ’tis his privilege to die,
Would he improve the boon.

2 But he, not wise enough to scan
His best concerns aright,
Would gladly stretch life’s little span
To ages, if he might.

3 To ages in a world of pain,
To ages, where he goes
Galled by affliction’s heavy chain,
And hopeless of repose.

4 Strange fondness of the human heart,
Enamored of its harm!
Strange world, that costs it so much smart,
And still has power to charm.

5 Whence has the world her magic power?
Why deem we death a foe?
Recoil from weary life’s last hour,
And covet longer woe?

6 The cause is conscience: conscience oft
Her tale of guilt renews;
Her voice is terrible, though soft,
And dread of death ensues.

7 Then, anxious to be longer spared,
Man mourns his fleeting breath;
All evils then seem light compared
With the approach of death.

8 ’Tis judgment shakes him: there’s the fear
That prompts his wish to stay;
He has incurred a long arrear,
And must despair to pay.

9 Pay! Follow Christ, and all is paid:
His death your peace ensures;
Think on the grave where He was laid,
And calm descend to yours.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9591

Text Information

First Line: Thankless for favors from on high


The Cyber Hymnal #9591
  • PDF (PDF)
  • Noteworthy Composer Score (NWC)
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