Text: | Declension lamented |
1 Once, O Lord, thy garden flourish'd,
Ev'ry part look'd gay and green;
Then thy word our spirits nourish'd,
Happy seasons we have seen!
2 But a drought has since succeeded,
And a sad decline we see;
Lord, thy help is greatly needed,
Help can only come from thee.
3 Where are those we counted leaders,
Fill'd with zeal, and love and truth?
Old professors, tall as cedars,
Bright examples to our youth!
4 Some, in whom we once delighted,
We shall meet no more below,
Some, alas! we fear are blighted,
Scarce a single leaf they show.
5 Younger plants--the sight how pleasant,
Cover'd thick with blossoms stood;
But they cause us grief at present,
Frosts have nipp'd them in their bud!
6 Dearest Saviour, hasten hither,
Thou canst make them bloom again;
Oh, permit them not to wither,
Let not all our hopes be vain!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Once, O Lord, thy garden flourish'd |
Title: | Declension lamented |
Refrain First Line: | Eights and Sevens |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
Topic: | Declension: Lamented |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |