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How Sweet the Hour of Closing Day
Author: William H. Bathurst, 1796-1877 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 126 hymnals Matching Instances: 2 Lyrics: 1. How sweet the hour of closing day,
When all is peaceful and serene,
And when the sun, with cloudless ray,
Sheds mellow luster o’er the scene!
2. Such is the Christian’s parting hour;
So peacefully he sinks to rest,
When faith, endued from Heav’n with power,
Sustains and cheers his languid breast.
3. Mark but that radiance of his eye,
That smile upon his wasted cheek;
They tell us of his glory nigh,
In language that no tongue can speak.
4. A beam from Heav’n is sent to cheer
The pilgrim on his gloomy road;
And angels are attending near,
To bear him to their bright abode.
5. Who would not wish to die like those
Whom God’s own Spirit deigns to bless?
To sink into that soft repose,
Then wake to perfect happiness? Used With Tune: LEFFINGWELL
How Sweet the Hour of Closing Day
Forsaken, Yet Hoping
Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 15 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 First Line: Happy the hours, the golden days Lyrics: 1 Happy the hours, the golden days,
When I could call my Jesus mine,
And sit and view His smiling face;
And melt in pleasures all-divine.
2 Near to my heart, within my arms
He lay, till sin defiled my breast,
Till broken vows, and earthly charms,
Tired and provoked my heavenly guest.
3 And now He’s gone, (O mighty woe!)
Gone from my soul, and hides His love!
Curse on you, sins, that grieved Him so,
Ye sins, that forced Him to remove.
4 Break, break, my heart; complain, my tongue;
Hither, my friends, your sorrows bring:
Angels, assist my doleful song;
If you have e’er a mourning string;
5 But, ah! your joys are ever nigh,
Ever His lovely face you see;
While my poor spirit pants to die,
And groans, for Thee, my God, for Thee.
6 Yet let my hope look thro’ my tears,
And spy afar His rolling throne;
His chariot thro’ the cleaving spheres
Shall bring the bright Belovèd down.
7 Swift as a roe flies o’er the hills,
My soul springs out to meet Him high,
Then the fair Conqueror turns His wheels,
And climbs the mansions of the sky.
8 There smiling joy for ever reigns,
No more the turtle leaves the dove.
Farewell to jealousies, and pains,
And all the ills of absent love.
Used With Tune: LEFFINGWELL Text Sources: Horae Lyricae and Divine Songs, Book I, 1706
Forsaken, Yet Hoping
With Tearful Eyes
Author: Charlotte Elliot Appears in 292 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 First Line: With tearful eyes I look around Used With Tune: [With tearful eyes I look around]
With Tearful Eyes
