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God Eternal, Mighty King
Author: Anon. Appears in 25 hymnals Topics: God King; Praise General; Praise To God; Worship Used With Tune: [God Eternal, mighty King]
God Eternal, Mighty King
Hark! How Time's Wide Sounding Bell
Author: John Newton Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Hark! how time’s wide sounding bell
Strikes on each attentive ear!
Tolling loud the solemn knell
Of the late departed year:
Years, like mortals, wear away,
Have their birth, and dying day;
Youthful spring, and wintry age,
Then to others quit the stage.
2. Sad experience may relate
What a year the last has been!
Crops of sorrow have been great,
From the fruitful seeds of sin:
O! what numbers gay and blithe,
Fell by death’s unsparing scythe?
While they thought the world their own,
Suddenly he mowed them down.
3. See how war, with dreadful stride,
Marches at the Lord’s command,
Spreading desolation wide,
Through a once much-favored land:
War, with heart and arms of steel,
Preys on thousands at a meal;
Daily drinking human gore,
Still he thirsts, and calls for more.
4. If the God, whom we provoke,
Hither should His way direct;
What a sin-avenging stroke
May a land, like this, expect!
They who now securely sleep,
Quickly then, would wake and weep;
And too late would learn to fear,
When they saw the danger near.
5. You are safe, who know His love,
He will all His truth perform;
To your souls a refuge prove
From the rage of every storm:
But we tremble for the youth;
Teach them, Lord, Thy saving truth;
Join them to Thy faithful few,
Be to them a refuge too. Used With Tune: MALLARY Text Sources: Olney Hymns (London: W. Oliver, 1779)
Hark! How Time's Wide Sounding Bell
Word of God, Eternal Son
Author: Robert Campbell Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Word of God, eternal Son,
From Thy throne by pity won,
Let us at Thy cradle kneel,
And Thine infant sorrows feel.
Holy Babe, the sinner’s woe
Guiltless Thou art doomed to know;
Sobs that from Thy cradle rise
Tell before of dying cries.
2 Poor art Thou, that we may be
Blest by Thy hard poverty;
Thou art weeping, and Thy grief
Flows that we may find relief.
Thou art clothed in raiment mean,
Dwelling in a cave unclean;
Man is proud—the only great
Scorneth not the lowliest state.
3 Jesu, Thee the Father gave,
Such His love, the earth to save;
Ransomed at so vast a cost,
Let us not, good Lord, be lost.
Offspring of the holy maid,
Endless praise to Thee be paid;
Equal praise, O Father, be
With the Spirit paid to Thee. Used With Tune: MALLARY Text Sources: Sens Breviary, 1726; Tr.: Annus Sanctus (Vol. 1) by Orby Shipley (London and New York: Burns & Oates, 1884)
Word of God, Eternal Son
