2 If earthly parents hear Their children when they cry; If they, with love sincere,
Their varied wants supply,
Much more wilt Thou Thy love display, And answer when Thy children pray.
3 Our heavenly Father, Thou; We, children of Thy grace: Oh, let Thy Spirit now
Descend and fill the place: So shall we feel the heavenly flame, And all unite to praise Thy name.
4 And send Thy Spirit down On all the nations, Lord, With great success to crown The preaching of Thy word; Till heathen lands shall own Thy sway, And cast their idol gods away.
Tand days, how swift they are;
IME! what an empty vapour 'tis !
Swift as the feathered arrow flies, Or swifter shooting star.
2 The present moments just appear, Then glide away in haste;
Ere we can say, "Behold them here," They are for ever past.
3 Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days Thy constant favours share; And the rich bounties of Thy grace Crown each succeeding year.
4 "Tis sovereign mercy finds us food, And we are clothed by love; While truth stands pointing out the road Which leads to joys above.
5 His goodness runs an endless round, All glory to the Lord!
His favours are without a bound, And be His name adored!
6 Thus we begin the lasting song; And when we close our eyes, Let age to age His praise prolong, Till time and nature dies.
1 ET others make their empty boasts, Nor death nor danger fear;
But we'll confess, O Lord of hosts, What feeble things we are.
2 Upright as grass our bodies stand, And flourish fair and strong; A furious storm sweeps o'er the land And lays the grass along.
3 Our life contains a thousand springs, And fails if one be wrong;
Strange! that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long.
2 If earthly parents hear Their children when they cry; If they, with love sincere,
Their varied wants supply,
Much more wilt Thou Thy love display, And answer when Thy children pray.
3 Our heavenly Father, Thou; We, children of Thy grace : Oh, let Thy Spirit now
Descend and fill the place:
So shall we feel the heavenly flame, And all unite to praise Thy name.
4 And send Thy Spirit down On all the nations, Lord, With great success to crown The preaching of Thy word; Till heathen lands shall own Thy sway, And cast their idol gods away.
1 IME! what an empty vapour 'tis ! And days, how swift they are;
Swift as the feathered arrow flies, Or swifter shooting star.
2 The present moments just appear, Then glide away in haste;
Ere we can say, "Behold them here," They are for ever past.
3 Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days Thy constant favours share; And the rich bounties of Thy grace Crown each succeeding year.
4 'Tis sovereign mercy finds us food, And we are clothed by love; While truth stands pointing out the road Which leads to joys above.
5 His goodness runs an endless round, All glory to the Lord!
His favours are without a bound, And be His name adored!
6 Thus we begin the lasting song; And when we close our eyes, Let age to age His praise prolong, Till time and nature dies.
ET others make their empty boasts, Nor death nor danger fear; But we'll confess, O Lord of hosts, What feeble things we are.
2 Upright as grass our bodies stand, And flourish fair and strong; A furious storm sweeps o'er the land And lays the grass along.
3 Our life contains a thousand springs, And fails if one be wrong;
Strange! that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long.
4 'Tis the same power supports us still, That gave us breath at first; How wondrous is the mighty skill That formed us from the dust.
5 While we have breath, or use our tongues, Our Maker we'll adore;
And may his grace tune all our songs, Now and for evermore.
1 HEE we adore, Eternal Name,
And at Thy feet confess,
How brittle is our mortal frame! How feeble is our race!
2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still, As months and days increase; And every beating pulse we tell Leaves but the number less. 3 Time hastens on, and takes away The breath our Maker gave; The rapid stream for none will stay, But sweeps us to the grave.
4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground To bring us to the tomb;
And fierce diseases wait around To hurry mortals home.
5 Alas! on what a slender thread Hang everlasting things! The eternal state of all the dead Upon life's feeble strings.
6 Grant us, O Lord, a constant sense Of danger in the road;
That when our souls are summoned hence, They may be found with God.
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