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Though nature's voice you must obey

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #448 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Though nature's voice you must obey, Think, while your swelling griefs o'erflow, That hand, which takes your joys away, That sov'reign hand can heal your woe. 2 And, while your mournful thoughts deplore The parent gone, remov'd the friend! With hearts resign'd, his grace adore, On whom your nobler hopes depend. 3 Does he not bid his children come Through death's dark shades to realms of light? Yet, when he calls them to their home Shall fond survivors mourn their flight? 4 His word--here let your souls rely-- Immortal consolation gives: Your heav'nly Father cannot die, Th'eternal Friend for ever lives. 5 O be that best of friends your trust; On his almighty arm recline. He, when your comforts sink in dust, Can give you comforts more divine. Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances On the Death of Relatives and Friends; On the death of a parent Languages: English

Though nature's voice you must obey

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #711 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Though nature's voice you must obey, Think, while your swelling griefs o'erflow, That hand, which takes your joys away, That sov'reign hand can heal your wo. 2 And, while your mournful thoughts deplore The parent gone, remov'd the friend! With hearts resign'd,, his grace adore, On whom your nobler hopes depend. 3 Does he not bid his children come Thro' death's dark shades to realms of light! Yet, when he calls them to their home Shall fond survivors mourn their flight? 4 His work--here let your souls rely-- Immortal consolation gives: Your heav'nly Father cannot die, Th'eternal Friend for ever lives. 5 O be that best of friends your trust; On his almighty arm recline; He, when your comforts sink in dust; Can give you comforts more divine. Topics: Death Death of friends or relatives; On the death of a parent