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How vast is the tribute I owe
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #438 (1814) Meter: Irregular Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances Sickness and Recovery Lyrics: 1 How vast is the tribute I owe
Of gratitude, homage, and praise
To the giver of all I possess,
The life and the length of my days!
2 When the sorrows I boded were come,
I pour'd out my sighs and my tears;
And to him, who alone can relieve,
My soul breath'd her vows and her pray'rs.
3 When my heart throbb'd with pain and alarm,
When paleness my cheek overspread,
When sickness pervaded my frame;--
Then my soul on my Maker was staid.
4 When death's awful image was nigh,
And no mortal was able to save;
Thou didst brighten the valley of death,
And illumine the gloom of the grave.
5 In mercy thy presence dispels
the shades of calamity's night,
And turns the sad scene of despair
to a morning of joy and delight.
6 Great source of my comforts restor'd!
Thou healer and balm of my woes!
Thou hope an desire of my soul!
On thy mercy I'll ever repose.
7 How boundless the gratitude due
To thee, O thou God of my praise!
The fountain of all I possess,
The life and the light of my days! Languages: English
How vast is the tribute I owe
Firm was my health, my day was bright
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #439 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances Sickness and Recovery Lyrics: 1 Firm was my health, my day was bright,
And I presum'd ’twould ne’er be night;
Fondly I said within my heart,
Pleasure and peace shall ne’er depart.
2 But I forgot, thine arm was strong,
Which made my mountain stand so long;
And, when thy face was turn'd aside,
My health was gone, my comforts died.
3 Hear me, O God of grace, I said,
And raise me from among the dead:
Thy word rebuk'd the pains I felt,
Thy pard'ning love remov'd my guilt.
4 I will extol thee, Lord, on high:
At thy command diseases fly.
Who but a God can speak and save
From the dark borders of the grave?
5 Thine anger but a moment stays;
Thy love is life and lengths of day.
Though grief and tears the night employ,
The morning-star restores the joy.
Languages: English
Firm was my health, my day was bright
I love the Lord; he heard my cries
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #440 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances Sickness and Recovery Lyrics: 1 I love the Lord; he heard my cries,
and pity'd ev'ry groan:
Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I'll hasten to his throne.
2 I love the Lord; he bow'd his ear;
And chased my griefs away.
O let my heart no more despair,
While I have breath to pray!
3 Among the saints that fill thine house,
My off'ring shall be paid;
There shall my zeal perform the vows
My soul in anguish made.
4 The Lord behold me sore distrest;
He bade my pains remove.
Return, my soul, to God, thy rest;
For thou hast known his love. Languages: English
I love the Lord; he heard my cries
Sov'reign of life, I own thy hand
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #441 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances Sickness and Recovery Lyrics: 1 Sov'reign of life, I own thy hand
In ev'ry chast'ning stroke;
And while I smart beneath thy rod,
Thy presence I invoke.
2 To thee in my distress I cried,
And thou hast bow'd thy ear;
Thy pow'rful word prolong'd my life,
And brought salvation near.
3 Unfold, ye gates of righteousness,
That, with the pious throng,
I may record my solemn vows,
And tune my grateful song.
4 Praise to the Lord, whose gentle hand
Renews our lab'ring breath:
Praise to the Lord, who makes his saints
Triumphant e'en in death.
5 My God, in thine appointed hour
Those heav'nly gates display,
Where pain and sin, and fear and death
For ever flee away.
6 There, while the nations of the bless'd,
With raptures bow around;
My anthems to deliv'ring grace,
In sweeter strains shall sound.
Languages: English
Sov'reign of life, I own thy hand
When o'er the trodden paths of life
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #442 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances Sickness and Recovery Lyrics: 1 When o'er the trodden paths of life,
Backwards I turn mine eyes:
What varied scenes, throughout the road,
Awaken my surprise!
2 Thousands, to whom my natal hour
Imparted vital breath,
Just look'd on life, and clos'd their eyes
In the fast sleep of death.
3 Thousands, who climb'd to manhood's stage;
Safe through unnumber'd snares;
Travell'd not far, before they sunk
Amidst its thorns and cares.
4 Follow'd through ev'ry changing stage,
With goodness all my days:
Deny me not a heart to love,
A tongue to speak thy praise.
5 Ten thousand thousand thanks to thee,
Echo along the road.
O may I join those endless songs,
That fill thy blest abode. Languages: English
When o'er the trodden paths of life
The God of love will sure indulge
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #443 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances On the Death of Relatives and Friends Lyrics: 1 The God of love will sure indulge
The flowing tear, the heaving sigh,
When righteous persons fall around,
When tender friends and kindred die.
2 Yet not one anxious murm'ring thought
Should with our mourning passions blend;
Nor should our bleeding hearts forget
Th' almighty ever-living Friend.
3 Parent, Protector, Guardian, Guide!
Thou art each tender name in one.
On thee we cast our ev'ry care,
And comfort seek from thee alone.
4 Our Father God, to thee we look,
Our rock, our portion, and our Friend!
And on thy gracious love and truth
Our sinking souls shall still depend. Languages: English
The God of love will sure indulge
Must friends and kindred droop and die
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #444 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances On the Death of Relatives and Friends Lyrics: 1 Must friends and kindred droop and die,
And helpers be withdrawn;
While sorrow, with a weeping eye
Counts up our comforts gone?
2 Be thou our comfort, mighty God!
Our helper and our friend;
Nor leave us in this dang'rous road,
Till all our trials end.
3 O may our feet pursue the way
Our pious fathers led;
With love and holy zeal obey
The counsels of the dead.
4 Let us be wean'd from earthly joys;
Let hope our grief dispel,
While dead in Jesus shall arise,
In endless bliss to dwell. Languages: English
Must friends and kindred droop and die
When blooming youth is snatch'd away
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #445 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances On the Death of Relatives and Friends Lyrics: 1 When blooming youth is snatch'd away
By death's resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.
2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O may this truth, imprest
With awful pow'r,--I too must die,
Sink deep in ev'ry breast.
3 Let this vain world delude no more;
Behold the gaping tomb!
It bids us seize the present hour;
To-morrow death may come.
4 The voice of this alarming scene,
May ev'ry heart obey;
Nor be the heav'nly warming vain,
Which calls to watch and pray. Languages: English
When blooming youth is snatch'd away
Life is a span, a fleeting hour
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #446 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances On the Death of Relatives and Friends Lyrics: 1 Life is a span, a fleeting hour;
How soon the vapour flies!
Man is a tender transient flow'r,
That e'en in blooming dies.
2 Death spreads like winter's frozen arms,
And beauty smiles no more.
Ah! where are now those rising charms,
Which pleas'd our eyes before?
3 The once lov'd form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs;
And nature weeps her comforts fled,
And wither'd all her joys.
4 But wait the interposing gloom,
And lo! stern winter flies;
And, drest in beauty's fairest bloom,
The flow'ry tribes arise.
5 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,
When what we now deplore
Shall rise in full immortal prime,
And bloom to fade no more.
6 Then cease, fond nature! cease thy tears;
Religion points on high:
There everlasting spring appears,
And joys that cannot die.
Languages: English
Life is a span, a fleeting hour
Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #447 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances On the Death of Relatives and Friends Lyrics: 1 Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears
Flow o'er your children dead:
Say not in transports of despair,
That all your hopes are fled.
2 While cleaving to that darling dust,
In fond distress ye lie;
Rise, and with joy and rev'rence view
A heavenly parent nigh.
3 "I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord,
"In my own house a place;
"No names of daughters and of sons
"Could yield so high a grace.
4 "Transient and vain is ev'ry hope
A rising race can give;
In endless honour and delight
My children all shall live."
5 We welcome, Lord! those rising tears,
Through which thy face we see,
And bless those wounds, which thro' our hearts
Prepare a way for thee. Languages: English
Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears
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