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Naked as from the earth we came
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #462 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Troubles of Life Lyrics: 1 Naked, as from the earth we came,
And crept to life at first,
We to the earth return again,
And mingle with our dust.
2 'Tis God that lifts our comforts high,
Or sinks them in the grave,
He gives; and, blessed by his name,
He takes but what he gave.
3 Peace, all our angry passions, then;
Let each rebellious Sigh
Be silent at his sov'reign will,
And ev'ry Murmur die.
5 If smiling mercy crown our Lives,
Its praises shall be spread;
Not will we call unjust the hand,
That strikes our comforts dead.
Languages: English
Naked as from the earth we came
When heaven does grant at certain times
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #463 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Christian experience Scene of troubles Lyrics: 1 When heaven does grant at certain times,
Amidst a pow'rful gale,
Sweet liberty to moan my crimes,
And wand'rings to bewail--
2 Then do I dream my sinful brood
Is drown'd in the wide main
Of crystal tears and crimson blood,
And ne'er will live again.
3 I get my foes beneath my feet,
I bruise the serpent's head;
I hope the vict'ry is complete,
And all my lusts are dead.
4 But ah, alas! th'ensuing hour
My passions rise and swell;
They rage and reinforce their pow'r
With new recruits from hell.
When heaven does grant at certain times
See, from the ark, the mystic dove
Hymnal: The New Hymn Book, Designed for Universalist Societies #464 (1833) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Peace to the troubled Spirit
See, from the ark, the mystic dove
My God, whose all-pervading eye
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #464 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Troubles of Life Lyrics: 1 My God, whose all-pervading eye
Views earth beneath, and heav'n above:
Witness, if here or there thou seest
And object of mine equal love.
2 Not the gay scenes, where mortal men
Pursue their bliss and find their woe,
Detain my rising heart, which springs
The nobler joys of heav'n to view.
3 Fix'd near th'immortal seat of bliss,
Dauntless, and joyous, it surveys
Each form of horror and distress,
That all its deadliest foes can raise.
4 This feeble flesh shall faint and die,
This heart renew its pulse no more;
Ev'n now it view the moment nigh,
When life's last movements all are over.
5 But come, thou vanquish'd King of dread!
With thy own hand thy pow'r destroy.
'Tis thine to bear me to my God,
My portion, my eternal joy. Languages: English
My God, whose all-pervading eye
The evils that beset our path
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #465 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Troubles of Life Lyrics: 1 The evils that beset our path,
Who can prevent or cure?
We stand upon the brink of death,
When most we seem secure.
2 If we to-day sweet peace possess,
It soon must be withdrawn;
Some change may plunge us in distress,
Before to morrow's dawn.
3 Disease and pain invade our health,
And find an easy prey;
And oft, when least expected, wealth
Takes wings and lilies away.
4 Since sin has fill'd the world with woe,
And creatures fade and die;
Lord! wean our hearts from things below,
And fix our hopes on high! Languages: English
The evils that beset our path
Weary of these low scenes of night
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #466 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Troubles of Life Lyrics: 1 Weary of these low scenes of night,
My fainting heart grows sick of time,
Sighs for the dawn of sweet delight,
Sighs for a distant happier clime.
2 'Tis just, 'tis right: thus he ordains,
Who form'd this animated clod;
That needful cares, instructive pains,
May bring the restless heart to god.
3 In him, my soul! behold thy rest;
Nor hope for bliss below the sky.
Come, resignation, to my breast,
And silence ev'ry plaintive sigh.
4 Then cheerful shall my heart survey
The toils and dangers of the road;
And patient keep the heav'nly way,
Which leads me homeward to my God. Languages: English
Weary of these low scenes of night
Great Ruler of all nature's frame
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #467 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Troubles of Life Lyrics: 1 Great Ruler of all nature's frame,
We own thy pow'r divine;
We hear thy breath in ev'ry storm,
For all the winds are thine.
2 Wide as thy sweep their sounding way,
They work thy sov'reign will;
And, aw'd by thy majestic voice,
Confusion shall be still.
3 Thy mercy tempers ev'ry blast
To those who seek thy face;
And mingles, with the tempest's roar,
The whispers of thy grace.
4 Let me those gentle whispers hear,
Till all the tumults cease;
Sleep in thine arms, and wake in realms
Of everlasting peace!
Languages: English
Great Ruler of all nature's frame
My God, my hope! if thou art mine
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #468 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Troubles of Life Lyrics: 1 My God, my hope! if thou art mine,
Why should my soul with sorrow pine?
On thee alone I cast my care:
O leave me not in dark despair.
2 Though ev'ry comfort should depart,
And life forsake this drooping heart;
One smile from thee, one blissful ray,
Can chase the shades of death away.
3 My God, my Life! if thou appear,
Not death itself can make me fear.
Thy presence cheers the sable gloom,
And gilds the horrors of the tomb.
4 Not all its horrors can affright,
If thou appear, my God, my light!
Thy love shall all my fears control,
And glory dawn around my soul. Languages: English
My God, my hope! if thou art mine
Should famine o'er the mourning field
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #469 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Troubles of Life Lyrics: 1 Should famine o'er the mourning field
Extend her desolating reign,
Nor spring her blooming beauties yield,
Nor autumn swell the fruitful grain:
2 Should lowing herds, and bleating sheep,
Around their famish'd master die;
And hope itself despairing weep,
While life deplores its last supply:
3 Amid the dark, the deathful scene,
If I can say, the Lord is mine!
The joy shall triumph o'er the pain,
And glory dawn, though life decline.
4 The God of my salvation lives;
My nobler life he will sustain;
His word immortal vigor gives,
Nor shall my glorious hopes be vain.
5 Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart,
Though ev'ry earthly comfort die;
Thy smile can bid my pains depart,
And raise my sacred pleasures high.
6 O let me hear thy blissful voice,
Inspiring life and joys divine!
The barren desert shall rejoice;
'Tis paradise, if thou art mine. Languages: English
Should famine o'er the mourning field
Lord, in this vale of tears
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #470 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Troubles of Life Lyrics: 1 Lord, in this vale of tears,
What various woes we feel!
Diseases, pains, and doubts, and fears,
Surround thy children still.
2 What dangers fill the road!
What storms, and tempests roar!
But we march onward to our God,
And trust his guardian pow'r.
3 No lasting comfort's found
Through this long wilderness:
But when we reach the heav'nly ground,
Pleasures shall never cease.
4 Support us in the way,
Lord! let our faith be strong;
Direct our footsteps, lest we stray,
And guard our souls along.
5 Death shall convey us home;
Thither our hearts aspire:
There no disease shall ever come,
But joy shall be entire. Languages: English
Lord, in this vale of tears
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