The Cyber Hymnal ‎#12643

12643. Stretched On The Bed Of Grief

1 Stretched on the bed of grief,
In silence long I lay;
For sore disease and wasting pain
Had worn my strength away.

2 Just o’er the grave I hung;
No pardon met my eyes;
As blessings never greet the slain,
And hope shall never rise.

3 Sweet mercy to my soul
Revealed no charming ray;
Before me rose a long, dark night,
With no succeeding day.

4 I saw beyond the tomb,
The awful Judge appear
Prepared to scan with strict account
My blessings wasted here.

5 Then O how vain appeared
The joys beneath the sky!
Like visions past, like flowers that blow,
When wintry storms are nigh.

6 How mourned my sinking soul
The Sabbath’s hours divine,
The day of grace, that precious day;
Consumed in sense and sin.

7 Then to the Lord I prayed,
And raised a bitter cry—
Hear me, O God, and save my soul,
Lest I forever die.

8 He heard my humble cry;
He saved my soul from death;
To Him I’ll give my heart and hands,
And consecrate my breath.

9 Ye sinners, fear the Lord,
While yet ’tis called today:
Soon will the awful voice of death
Command your souls away.

10 Soon will the harvest close;
The summer soon be o’er;
And soon your injured, angry God
Will hear your prayers no more

Text Information

• First Line: Stretched on the bed of grief
• Title: Stretched On The Bed Of Grief
• Author: Timothy Dwight
• Meter: SM
• Language: English
• Source: The Psalms of David (New Haven, CT: Hudson & Goodwin, 1808)
• Copyright: Public Domain
• Notes: Alternate tunes: EGYPT by James Leach, LITTLE MARLBOROUGH from "The Universal Psalmodist" by Aaron Williams

Tune Information

• Name: AYLESBURY
• Composer: John Chetham
• Meter: SM
• Key: e minor or modal
• Copyright: Public Domain