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Though nature's voice you must obey
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #448 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances On the Death of Relatives and Friends Lyrics: 1 Though nature's voice you must obey,
Think, while your swelling griefs o'erflow,
That hand, which takes your joys away,
That sov'reign hand can heal your woe.
2 And, while your mournful thoughts deplore
The parent gone, remov'd the friend!
With hearts resign'd, his grace adore,
On whom your nobler hopes depend.
3 Does he not bid his children come
Through death's dark shades to realms of light?
Yet, when he calls them to their home
Shall fond survivors mourn their flight?
4 His word--here let your souls rely--
Immortal consolation gives:
Your heav'nly Father cannot die,
Th'eternal Friend for ever lives.
5 O be that best of friends your trust;
On his almighty arm recline.
He, when your comforts sink in dust,
Can give you comforts more divine. Languages: English
Though nature's voice you must obey
O hear me, Lord! on thee I call
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #449 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances On the Death of Relatives and Friends Lyrics: 1 O hear me, Lord! on thee I call,
And prostrate at thy footstool fall;
Propitious in my cause appear,
And bow to my request thine ear.
2 Look down, my only hope! look down;
Behold me, but without a frown:
And ne'er to my desiring eye
Thy presence, heav'nly Lord! deny,
3 O let me, on thy aid reclin'd,
Thee still my great salvation find;
Nor leave me, helpless and forlorn,
The absence of thy grace to mourn.
4 Though, doom'd the orphan's lot to bear,
No father's kind concern I share,
Nor o'er me wakes a mother's eye
My wants attentive to supply:—
5 Adopted by thy care, in thee
The Parent and the Friend I see;
And, nourish'd by thy fost'ring hand,
Within thy courts secure I stand. Languages: English
O hear me, Lord! on thee I call
Children, in years and knowledge young
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #450 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances For the Young, And Old Lyrics: 1 Children, in years and knowledge young,
Your parents’ hope, your parents’ joy!
Attend the counsels of my tongue:
Let pious thoughts your minds employ.
2 If you desire a length of days,
And peace to crown your mortal state:
Restrain your feet from wicked ways,
Your lips from slander and deceit.
3 The eyes of God regard His saints;
His ears are open to their cries;
He sets His frowning face against
The sons of violence and lies.
4 To humble souls and broken hearts
God with His grace is ever nigh:
Pardon and hope his love imparts,
When men in deep contrition lie.
5 He tells their tears, He counts their groans,
His Son redeems their souls from death;
His Spirit heals their broken bones,
They in His praise employ their breath.
Languages: English
Children, in years and knowledge young
Happy is he, whose early years
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #451 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances For the Young, And Old Lyrics: 1 Happy is he, whose early years
Receive instructions well;
Who hates the sinner’s path, and fears
The road that leads to hell.
2 ’Tis easier work, if we begin
To serve the Lord betimes;
While sinners, who grow old in sin,
Are harden’d by their crimes.
3 It saves us from a thousand snares
To mind religion young:
With joy it crowns succeeding years,
And makes our virtue strong.
4 To thee, almighty God! to thee
Our hearts we now resign:
’Twill please us, to look back and see,
That our whole lives were thine!
5 Let the sweet work of pray'r and praise
Employ our daily breath:
Thus we're prepar'd for future days,
Or fit for early death. Languages: English
Happy is he, whose early years
Now, in the heat of youthful blood
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #452 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances For the Young, And Old Lyrics: 1 Now, in the heat of youthful blood,
Remember your Creator, God.
Behold, the months come hast'ning on,
When you shall say, "My joys are gone!"
2 God from on high beholds your thoughts;
His book records your secret faults:
The works of darkness men have done
Must all appear before the sun.
3 Behold, the aged sinner goes,
Laden with guilt and heavy woes,
Down to the regions of the dead,
With bitt'rest curses on his head.
4 The dust returns to dust again;
The soul, in agonies of pain,
Ascends to God, not there to dwell,
But hears her doom, and sinks to hell.
5 God of the young! turn off their eyes
From earth's alluring vanities;
And let the warnings of thy word
Awake their souls to fear the Lord!
Languages: English
Now, in the heat of youthful blood
With humble heart and tongue
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #453 (1814) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances For the Young, And Old Lyrics: 1 With humble heart and tongue,
My God! to thee I pray;
O make me learn, whilst I am young,
How I may cleanse my way.
2 Make an unguarded youth
The object of thy care;
Help me to choose the path of truth,
And fly from ev'ry snare.
3 My heart, to folly prone,
Inspire with love divine;
Unite it to thyself alone,
And make me wholly thine.
4 O let thy word of grace
My warmest thoughts employ;
Be this through all my following days,
My treasure and my joy.
5 To what thy laws impart
Be my whole will inclin'd;
O let them dwell within my heart,
And sanctify my mind.
6 May thy young servant learn,
By these to cleanse his way;
And may I here the path discern
That leads to endless day. Languages: English
With humble heart and tongue
My God, my everlasting hope!
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #454 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances For the Young, And Old Lyrics: 1 My God, my everlasting hope!
I live upon thy truth;
Thine hands have held my childhood up,
And strengthen'd all my youth.
2 My flesh was fashion'd by thy pow'r,
And shows thy skill divine;
And from my mother’s painful hour,
I’ve been entirely thine.
3 Still has my life new wonders seen
In each revolving year:
Behold, my days that yet remain,
I trust them to thy care.
4 Cast me not off, when strength declines,
When hoary hairs arise:
And round me let thy glory shine,
Whene’er thy servant dies.
Languages: English
My God, my everlasting hope!
Eternal Sire, enthron'd on high!
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #455 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances For the Young, And Old Lyrics: 1 Eternal Sire, enthon'd on high!
Whom heav'nly hosts adore,
Who yet to suppliant dust art nigh:
Thy presence I implore.
2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,
And leave my fainting heart?
Who shall sustain my sinking years,
If God, my strength, depart?
3 O guide me down the steep of age,
And keep my passions cool;
Teach me to scan the sacred page,
And practise ev'ry rule.
4 Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim
To the surviving age;
And leave a savour of thy name,
When I shall quit the stage.
5 That solemn day is hast'ning on;
My frame must soon decay.
My friends, my youth's companions gone,
Can I expect to stay?
6 My God! O smooth the mortal hour;
On thee my hope depends.
Support me with almighty pow'r
While dust to dust descends.
7 Then let my soul, O gracious God!
Ascend to realms of day;
And in that sacred blest abode
Its endless anthems pay. Languages: English
Eternal Sire, enthron'd on high!
Praise to God, immortal praise
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #456 (1814) Meter: Irregular Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances The Troubles of Life Lyrics: 1 Praise to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days:
Bounteous source of ev'ry joy,
let thy praise our tongues employ.
2 All that spring, with bounteous hand,
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that lib'ral autumn pours
From her rich o'erflowing stores:
3 These to thee, our God! we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow!
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
4 Yet should rising whirlwinds tear
From its stem the rip'ning ear;
Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot
Drop her green untimely fruit:
5 Should the vine put forth no more,
Nor the olive yield her store:
Though the sick'ning flocks should fall,
And the herds desert the stall:
6 Should thine alter'd hand restrain
Vernal show'rs and latter rain,
Blast each op'ning bud of joy,
And the rising year destroy:
7 Yet to thee our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise;
And, when ev'ry blessing's flown,
Love thee—for thyself alone! Languages: English
Praise to God, immortal praise
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