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That awful hour will soon appear

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #369 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 That awful hour will soon appear, Swift on the wings of time it flies When all that pains or pleases here, Will vanish from my closing eyes. 2 Death calls my friends, my neighbours hence, And none resist the fatal dart; Continual warnings strike my sense, And shall they fail to strike my heart? 3 Think, O my soul! how much depends On the short period of to-day: Shall time, which heav'n in mercy lends, Be negligently thrown away? 4 Thy remnant minutes strive to use; Awake, rouse ev'ry active pow'r; And not in dreams and trifles lose This little, this important hour! 5 Lord of my life, inspire my heart With heav'nly ardor, grace divine; Nor let thy presence e'er depart, For strength, and life, and death are thine. 6 O teach me the celestial skill, Each awful warning to improve; And while my days are short'ning still, Prepare me for the joys above! Topics: Consummation of Things Death Languages: English

That awful hour will soon appear

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #475 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 That awful hour will soon appear, Swift on the wings of time it flies, When all that pains or pleases here, Will vanish from my closing eyes. 2 Death calls my friends, my neighbours hence, And none resist the fatal dart. Continual warnings strike my sense: And shall they fail to strike my heart? 3 Think, O my soul! how much depends On the short period of to-day: Shall time, which heav'n in mercy lends, Be negligently thrown away? 4 Thy remnant minutes strive to use; Awake, rouse ev'ry active pow'r; And not in dreams and trifles lose This little, this important hour! 5 Lord of my life, inspire my heart With heav'nly ardor, grace divine; Nor let thy presence e'er depart, For strength, and life, and death are thine. 6 O teach me the celestial skill, Each awful warning to improve; And while my days are short'ning still, Prepare me for the joys above! Topics: Death Languages: English

That awful hour will soon appear

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #704 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 That awful hour will soon appear, Swift on the wings of time it flies, When all that pains or pleases here, Will vanish from my closing eyes. 2 Death calls my friends, my neighbours hence, And none resist the fatal dart: Continual warnings strike my sense, And shall they fail to strike my heart? 3 Think, O my soul! how much depends On the short period of to-day: Shall time, which heav'n in mercy lends, Be negligently thrown away? 4 Thy remnant minutes strive to use; Awake, rouse ev'ry active pow'r; And not in dreams and trifles lose This little, this important hour! 5 Lord of my life, inspire my heart With heav'nly ardour, grace divine; Nor let thy presence e'er depart, For strength, and life, and death are thine. 6 O teach me the celestial skill, Each awful warning to improve: And, while my days are short'ning still, Prepare me for the joys above! Topics: Death