Just o'er the grave I hung

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Just o'er the grave I hung

Author: Timothy Dwight
Published in 24 hymnals

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1 Just o'er the grave I hung--
No pardon met my eyes,
As blessings never greet the slain,
And hope shall never rise.

2 Sweet mercy to my soul
Reveal'd no charming ray;
Before me rose a long--dark night,
With no succeeding day.

3 Then--Oh, how vain appear'd
The joys beneath the sky!
Like visions past--like flow'rs that blow
When wint'ry storms are nigh.

4 How mourn'd my sinking soul
The Sabbath's hours divine,
The day of grace, that precious day,
Consum'd in sense and sin.

5 The work--the mighty work
Of life, so long delay'd--
Repentance yet to be begun
Upon a dying bed.

Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #675

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Author: Timothy Dwight

Timothy Dwight (b. Northampton, MA, 1752; d. Philadelphia, PA, 1817) was a grandson of Jonathan Edwards who became a Congregationalist pastor, a Revolutionary War army chaplain, a tutor and professor at Yale College, and president of Yale from 1795 to 1817. As president he continued to teach and serve as chaplain and was instrumental in improving both the academic and the spiritual life of the college. Bert Polman… Go to person page >

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