Collection of Sacred Hymns, 1835

  • Source Note
  • Historical Introduction
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5 My tongue repeats her vows,
“Peace to this sacred house!
For here my friends and kindred dwell:”
And since my glorious God
Makes thee his blest abode,
My soul shall ever love thee well.
 
Hymn 85 • Though in the outward church below
HYMN 85. P. M.
 
1 Though in the outward church below,
The wheat and tares together grow;
Jesus ere long will weed the crop,
And pluck the tares in anger up.
For soon the reaping time will come,
And angels shout the harvest home.
 
2 Will it relieve their horrors there,
To recollect their stations here;
How much they heard, how much they knew,
How much among the wheat they grew?
 
3 No! this will aggravate their case,
They perish’d under means of grace;
To them the word of life and faith
Became an instrument of death.
 
4 We seem alike when thus we meet,
Strangers might think we all were wheat; [p. 115]
5 My tongue repeats her vows,
“Peace to this sacred house!
For here my friends and kindred dwell:”
And since my glorious God
Makes thee his blest abode,
My soul shall ever love thee well.
 
Hymn 85 • Though in the outward church below
HYMN 85. P. M.
 
1 Though in the outward church below,
The wheat and tares together grow;
Jesus ere long will weed the crop,
And pluck the tares in anger up.
For soon the reaping time will come,
And angels shout the harvest home.
 
2 Will it relieve their horrors there,
To recollect their stations here;
How much they heard, how much they knew,
How much among the wheat they grew?
 
3 No! this will aggravate their case,
They perish’d under means of grace;
To them the word of life and faith
Became an instrument of death.
 
4 We seem alike when thus we meet,
Strangers might think we all were wheat; [p. 115]
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