Job 7:1-21

• [Job 7:16] I Would Not Live Alway

  I would not live alway; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o’er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life’s woes, full enough for its cheer. I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin; Temptation without, and corruption within; E’en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb: Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom; There sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise To hail Him in triumph descending the skies. Who, who would live alway, away from his God, Away from yon Heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o’er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns; Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Savior and brethren, transported, to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul?

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Job 7:17] What Am I, O Thou Glorious God!

  What am I, O Thou glorious God! And what my father’s house to Thee, That Thou such mercies hast bestowed On me, the chief of sinners, me! I take the blessing from above, And wonder at Thy boundless love. Me in my blood Thy love passed by, And stopped, my ruin to retrieve; Wept o’er my soul Thy pitying eye, Thy bowels yearned, and sounded “Live!” Dying, I heard the welcome sound, And pardon in Thy mercy found. Honor, and might, and thanks, and praise, I render to my pardoning God, Extol the riches of Thy grace, And spread Thy saving Name abroad, That only name to sinners giv’n, Which lifts poor dying worms to Heav’n. Jesus, I bless Thy gracious power, And all within me shouts Thy Name; Thy Name let every soul adore, Thy power let every tongue proclaim; Thy grace let every sinner know, And find with me their heaven below.

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  source: Cyberhymnal