Collection of Sacred Hymns, 1835

  • Source Note
  • Historical Introduction
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3 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth receiv’d her frame,
“From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.
 
4 A thousand ages in thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.
 
5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their cares and fears,
Are carried downward by the flood,
And lost in foll’wing years.
 
6 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the op’ning day.
 
7 O God! our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come;
Be thou our guide while life shall last,
And our perpetual home!
 
Hymn 87 • Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound
HYMN 87. C. M.
 
1 Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound,
My ears attend the cry: [p. 117]
3 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth receiv’d her frame,
“From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.
 
4 A thousand ages in thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.
 
5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their cares and fears,
Are carried downward by the flood,
And lost in foll’wing years.
 
6 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the op’ning day.
 
7 O God! our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come;
Be thou our guide while life shall last,
And our perpetual home!
 
Hymn 87 • Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound
HYMN 87. C. M.
 
1 Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound,
My ears attend the cry: [p. 117]
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