Psalms 102:11

• [Psa 102:11] A Few More Years Shall Roll

  A few more years shall roll, A few more seasons come, And we shall be with those that rest Asleep within the tomb; Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that great day. Refrain O wash me in Thy precious blood, And take my sins away. A few more suns shall set O’er these dark hills of time, And we shall be where suns are not A far serener clime: Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that blest day. Refrain A few more storms shall beat On this wild rocky shore, And we shall be where tempests cease, And surges swell no more; Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that calm day. Refrain A few more struggles here, A few more partings o’er, A few more toils, a few more tears, And we shall weep no more: Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that bright day. Refrain A few more Sabbaths here Shall cheer us on our way, And we shall reach the endless rest, Th’eternal Sabbath day; Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that sweet day. Refrain ’Tis but a little while, And He shall come again Who died that we might live, who lives That we with Him may reign; Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that glad day. Refrain

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• [Psa 102:11] Hark! How Time’s Wide Sounding Bell

  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. 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. 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. 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. 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.

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• [Psa 102:11] My Days Are Gliding Swiftly By

  My days are gliding swiftly by; And I, a pilgrim stranger, Would not detain them as they fly, Those hours of toil and labor. Refrain For, oh! we stand on Jordan’s strand; Our friends are passing over; And, just before, the shining shore We may almost discover. We’ll gird our loins, my brethren dear, Our distant home discerning: Our waiting Lord has left us word, Let ev’ry lamp be burning. Refrain Should coming days be cold and dark, We need not cease our singing: That perfect rest naught can molest, Where golden harps are ringing. Refrain Let sorrow’s rudest tempest blow, Each cord on earth to sever: Our King says, “Come,” and there’s our home, Forever, oh! forever. Refrain

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• [Psa 102:11] My Span Of Life Will Soon Be Done

  My span of life will soon be done, The passing moments say; As lengthening shadows o’er the mead Proclaim the close of day. O that my heart might dwell aloof From all created things, And learn that wisdom from above Whence true contentment springs! Courage, my soul! thy bitter cross, In every trial here, Shall bear thee to thy heaven above, But shall not enter there. Courage, my soul, on God rely; Deliverance soon will come; A thousand ways has Providence To bring believers home.

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• [Psa 102:11] Twilight Is Falling

  Twilight is falling over the sea, Shadows are stealing dark on the lea; Borne on the night winds, voices of yore Come from the far off shore. Refrain Far away beyond the starlit skies, Where the love-light never, never dies, Gleameth a mansion, filled with delight, Sweet happy home so bright! Voices of loved ones, songs of the past, Still linger round me while life shall last; Lonely I wander, sadly I roam, Seeking that far off home. Refrain Come in the twilight, come, come to me! Bringing some message over the sea, Cheering my pathway while here I roam, Seeking that far off home. Refrain

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• [Psa 102:11] Sunset Gate, The

  I am trav’ling tow’rd the sunset gate, I’m a pilgrim going home; For the glow of eventide I wait, I’m a pilgrim going home. Refrain Evening bells I seem to hear As the sunset gate draws near! Evening bells I seem to hear As the sunset gate draws near! There is tranquil rest when day is done, I shall lay me down in peace; When the end is reached at set of sun, I shall lay me down in peace. Refrain By the side of those most near and dear, I shall drop life’s toil and care; When the Master’s tender voice I hear, I shall drop life’s toil and care. Refrain I shall rise again at morning dawn, I shall put on glory then; With the shadowy veil of death undrawn, I shall put on glory then. Refrain

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• [Psa 102:11] When On My Day Of Life

  When on my day of life the night is falling, And in the winds, from unsunned spaces blown, I hear far voices out of darkness calling My feet to paths unknown. Thou, who hast made my home of life so pleasant, Leave not its tenant when its walls decay; O Love divine, O Helper ever present, Be Thou my strength and stay! Be near me when all else is from me drifting— Earth, sky, home’s pictures, days of shade and shine, And kindly faces to my own uplifting The love which answers mine. I have but Thee, my Father; let Thy Spirit Be with me then to comfort and uphold; No gate of pearl, no branch of palm I merit, Nor street of shining gold. Suffice it if—my good and ill unreckoned, And both forgiven through Thy abounding grace— I find myself by hands familiar beckoned Unto my fitting place. Some humble door among Thy many mansions, Some sheltering shade where sin and striving cease, And flows forever through heaven’s green expansions The river of Thy peace. There from the music round about me stealing I fain would learn the new and holy song, And find at last, beneath Thy trees of healing, The life for which I long.

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• [Psa 102:11] While With Ceaseless Course The Sun

  While with ceaseless course the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Never more to meet us here; Fixed in an eternal fate, They have done with all below; We a little longer wait, But how little—none can know. As the wingèd arrow flies Speedily the mark to find; As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind; Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life’s rapid stream; Upwards, Lord, our spirits raise, All below is but a dream. Thanks for mercies past receive, Pardon of our sins renew; Teach us, henceforth, how to live With eternity in view: Bless Thy Word to young and old, Fill us with a Savior’s love; And when life’s short tale is told, May we dwell with Thee above.

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Psalms 103:15

• [Psa 103:15] Make Haste, O Man, To Live

  Make haste, O man, to live, For thou so soon must die; Time hurries past thee like the breeze; How swift its moments fly! To breathe, and wake, and sleep, To smile, to sigh, to grieve; To move in idleness through earth, This, this is not to live! Up, then, with speed, and work; Fling ease and self away; This is no time for thee to sleep, Up, watch, and work, and pray! The useful, not the great, The thing that never dies, The silent toil that is not lost— Set these before thine eyes. The seed, whose leaf and flower, Though poor in human sight, Bring forth at last th’eternal fruit, Sow thou by day and night. Make haste, O man, to live, Thy time is almost o’er; O sleep not, dream not, but arise, The Judge is at the door!

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• [Psa 103:15] Waits? Song, The

  The moon shines bright and the stars give a light A little before the day: Our mighty Lord He looked on us, And bade us awake and pray. Awake, awake, good people all, Awake, and you shall hear, The Lord our God died on the cross For us He loved so dear. O fair, O fair Jerusalem, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end, Thy joy that I may see? The fields were green as green could be, When from His glorious seat, Our blessèd Father watered us, With His heavenly dew so sweet. And for the saving of our souls Christ died upon the cross; We ne’er shall do for Jesus Christ As He hath done for us. The life of man is but a span, And cut down in its flower, We’re here today, tomorrow gone, The creatures of an hour. Instruct and teach your children well, The while that you are here; It will be better for your soul, When your corpse lies on the bier. Today you may be alive and well, Worth many a thousand pound; Tomorrow dead and cold as clay, Your corpse laid underground. With one turf at thine head, O man, And another at thy feet; Thy good deeds and thy bad, O man, Will altogether meet. My song is done, I must be gone, I can stay no longer here; God bless you all, both great and small, And send you a joyful new year!

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• [Psa 103:15] What Sweet Of Life Endureth?

  What sweet of life endureth Unmixed with bitter pain? ’Midst earthly change and chances What glory doth remain? All is a feeble shadow, A dream that will not stay; Death cometh in a moment, And taketh all away. O Christ, a light transcendent Shines in Thy countenance, And none can tell the sweetness, The beauty of Thy glance. In this may Thy poor servant His joy eternal find; Thou calledst him, O rest him, Thou Lover of mankind!

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