Collection of Sacred Hymns, 1835

  • Source Note
  • Historical Introduction
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Hymn 47 • When restless on my bed I lie
HYMN 47. L. M.
 
1 When restless on my bed I lie,
Still courting sleep, which still will fly,
Then shall reflection’s brighter power,
Illume the lone and midnight hour.
 
2 If hush’d the breeze, and calm the tide,
Soft will the stream of mem’ry glide,
And all the past, a gentle train,
Wak’d by remembrance, live again.
 
3 If loud the wind, the tempest high,
And darkness wraps the sullen sky.
I muse on life’s tempestuous sea,
And sigh, O Lord, to come to thee.
 
4 Toss’d on the deep and swelling wave,
O mark my trembling soul, and save!
Give to my view that harbor near,
Where thou wilt chase each grief and fear!
 
Hymn 48 • The day is past and gone
HYMN 48. S. M.
 
1 The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well
The night of death draws near.
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Hymn 47 • When restless on my bed I lie
HYMN 47. L. M.
 
1 When restless on my bed I lie,
Still courting sleep, which still will fly,
Then shall reflection’s brighter power,
Illume the lone and midnight hour.
 
2 If hush’d the breeze, and calm the tide,
Soft will the stream of mem’ry glide,
And all the past, a gentle train,
Wak’d by remembrance, live again.
 
3 If loud the wind, the tempest high,
And darkness wraps the sullen sky.
I muse on life’s tempestuous sea,
And sigh, O Lord, to come to thee.
 
4 Toss’d on the deep and swelling wave,
O mark my trembling soul, and save!
Give to my view that harbor near,
Where thou wilt chase each grief and fear!
 
Hymn 48 • The day is past and gone
HYMN 48. S. M.
 
1 The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well
The night of death draws near.
  [p. 62]
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