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The only Perfect

Author: James Relly Hymnal: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #LXVII (1792) Scripture: Job 14:4 First Line: Could I of all perfection boast Lyrics: 1 Could I of all perfection boast, As pure as that which Adam lost, I'd sacrifice it to thy blood, My Christ, my all, my only good. 2 Were I as Abram, strong in faith, And boldly stedfast unto death; I'd bid my faithfulness adieu, And Jesus only faithful view. 3 If I more meek than Moses were, Quite free from anger, strife, or fear; Yet this I gladly would despise, And Jesus's meekness only prize. 4 Was I as Job submissive still, Patient, resign'd in ev'ry ill; Yet all should fade before his cross, Compar'd with him, it is but dross. 5 If I was wise as Solomon, Like him with zeal and ardour shone; Like him I'd vain and foolish see My wisdom, zeal, yea all but Thee. 6 Had I an Angel's purity; Yea even this I would deny; Nor good confess in name or thing, But Christ my Lord, my life, my King. Languages: English
The only Perfect
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When mortal man resigns his breath

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #673 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Job 14:5-6 Lyrics: 1 When mortal man resigns his breath, 'Tis God directs the shafts of death, Casual howe'er the stroke appear, He sends the fatal messenger: 2 The keys are in that hand divine; That hand must first the warrant sign, And arm the death, and wing the dart, Which speeds his message to our heart. 3 Who first inspir'd the breath of lives, The living kills, the dead revives, Brings to the margin of the grave, And shows us thence his power to save: 4 From hence if thou my body raise, I'll publish my Restorer's praise, My life at thy dear hands receive, And only for thy glory live. Topics: Life and Death in the Hands of God; Sickness and Recovery
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Gay is thy morning flattering hope

Author: Logan Hymnal: Village hymns for social worship, selected and original #539 (1840) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Job 14:2 Topics: Times and Seasons Youth
Gay is thy morning flattering hope

O Lord My God

Author: Graham Maule, 1958- Hymnal: Common Praise (1998) #579 (1998) Meter: 8.8.5.5.6 with refrain Scripture: Job 13:13-28; 14 First Line: Night and morning I make my prayer Refrain First Line: O Lord my God, O Lord my God Topics: Justice; Yearning; Peace Languages: English Tune Title: O LORD MY GOD
O Lord My God
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Victory

Author: W. H. Ligon Hymnal: Crown of Beauty #237 (1902) Scripture: Job 14:14 First Line: The tomb, before the Savior died Refrain First Line: Yes, 'neath the spreading Tree of Life Languages: English Tune Title: [The tomb, before the Savior died]
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All My Life

Author: Ken Medema Hymnal: Lift Up Your Hearts #333 (2013) Meter: 9.9.9.7.7 Scripture: Job 12-14 First Line: All my life I've sung a jealous song Topics: In Our Walk with God; Salvation; Walk with God Languages: English Tune Title: [All my life I've sung a jealous song]
All My Life
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Few are the Days

Author: Charles P. Jones Hymnal: His Fullness Songs #449 (1977) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Job 14 First Line: Few are the days of man on earth Lyrics: 1 Few are the days of man on earth, Whate'er his lot, where'er his birth; Swift as a post they pass away, Nor have we pow'r to make them stay. 2 Yet while we daily pilgrims go, Great are our troubles here below, And often, while we have our breath, We long for rest, the rest of death. 3 Great God, the God of earth and sky, 'Tis Thou canst bless us from on high; 'Tis Thou canst make the burden light, And make our dying moments bright. 4 Then blessed Christ we look to Thee From ev'ry ill to set us free; Dwell Thou within each troubled heart, And strength divine to all impart. Topics: Gospel Languages: English Tune Title: ST. PAUL
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The Lonesome Graveyard

Author: J. H. Parker Hymnal: A Collection of Revival Hymns and Plantation Melodies #36 (1883) Scripture: Job 14:1-2 First Line: When you drop your dying shroud Refrain First Line: Before this time, another year Languages: English Tune Title: [When you drop your dying shroud]
The Lonesome Graveyard
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Out on the Ocean

Author: Wm. Johnson Hymnal: A Collection of Revival Hymns and Plantation Melodies #134 (1883) Scripture: Job 14:10 First Line: O! where is Father Spencer Languages: English Tune Title: [O! where is Father Spencer]
Out on the Ocean
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Farewell! (A Funeral Dirge)

Author: Charles P. Jones Hymnal: His Fullness Songs #456 (1977) Scripture: Job 14 First Line: Farewell! farewell! farewell! Lyrics: 1 Farewell! farewell! farewell! O loved one, long farewell! Thy heart is chilled in death, Gone is thy fleeting breath, Thine arms all pow'rless lie, And closed thy beaming eye. Alas, beloved, Thou'rt gone, Death claims thee for his own! Farewell! farewell! farewell! Farewell! farewell! farewell! 2 Farewell! farewell! farewell! Brother in grace, farewell! Thy work of life is o'er, Thou'rt gone to yonder shore, Passed on the solemn bourne, Whence none e'er more return, Land where the pris'ners rest, Where troubles all have ceas'd; Farewell! farewell! farewell! Farewell! farewell! farewell! 3 Farewell! farewell! farewell! But only short farewell! We're all for Death's land bound, Others will soon come 'round, And bid us sad farewell! How soon there's none can tell! Belov'd, we'll meet thee soon! We're passing one by one; O then a short farewell! O then a short farewell! Topics: Funeral Languages: English Tune Title: [Farewell! farewell! farewell]
Farewell! (A Funeral Dirge)

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