 A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day...  Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Public Worship - Pągina 143per Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. - 1833 - 669 pąginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1841 - 306 pągines
...thv sight, Are like an evening gone, Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever.rolling stream, Bears all its...fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 6 O God, our help in ages past, PSALM 90. VERSION 2. c. M. The Shortness of Life. 1 REMARK, my soul,... | |
 | Samuel SMITH (Dissenting Minister.) - 1842 - 276 pągines
...With all their cares and fears, Are carried downwards by the flood, And lost in following years. 6 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons...away ; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the op'ning day. 7 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while... | |
 | Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. General Assembly - 1843 - 860 pągines
...man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity : Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, " Return, ye sinners, to your dust." 4 A thousand of our years...severe, Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts, And bums beyond our fear. 2 Thine anger turns our frame to dust ; By one offence to thee, Adam, with all... | |
 | Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. General Assembly - 1843 - 802 pągines
...kindly lengthen out the span, Till thine own grace, so rich, so frce, Fit us to die and dwell with tbce. 90 SECOND PART. CM OUR God, our help in ages past,...our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home. 90 CM THIRD PART. LORD, if thine eyes survey our faults, And justice grow severe, Thy dreadful wrath... | |
 | Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. General Assembly - 1843 - 768 pągines
...kindly lengthen out the span, Till thine own grace, so rich, so free, Fit us to die and dwell with thee. 90 •- SECOND PART. CM OUR God, our help in ages...our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home. 90 THIRD PART. CM LORD, if thine eyes survey our faults, And justice grow severe, Thy dreadful wrath... | |
 | Ephraim HOLDING (pseud. [i.e. George Mogridge.]), George Mogridge - 1843 - 206 pągines
...man's notice. Lose no time, however, for life is uncertain. How arrestingly solemn are the words— " Time, like an ever-rolling stream Bears all its sons...fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. Like flowery fields the nations etand, Pleased with the morning light: The flowers beneath the mower's... | |
 | 1843 - 148 pągines
...thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. 4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons...fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 5 Like flowery fields the nations stand, Pleased with the morning light ; The flowers beneath the mower's... | |
 | Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., Isaac Watts - 1844 - 754 pągines
...Pleased with the morning light, The flowers, beneath the mower's hand, Lie withering, ere 'tis night. 9 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years...our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home. _^ SECOND PART. CM 90 Ver. 8, 11, 9, 10, 12. Infirmity and Mortality. 1 T ORD, if thine eyes survey... | |
 | Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. - 1844 - 660 pągines
...With all their lives and cares, Are carried downwards by the flood, And lost in following years. 7 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons...fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 8 Like flowery fields the nations stand, Pleased with the morning light, The flowers, beneath the mower's... | |
 | 1844 - 458 pągines
...blood, With all their cares and fears, Are carried downward with the flood And lost in foll'wing years Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons...away : They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the op'ning day. O God! our help in ages .past, Our hope for years to come ! Be thou our guard while life... | |
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