Hymnal: Christian Psalms and Hymns
Date: 1839
Compiler: Walter Scott and Silas Leonard
Publisher/Printer: A S Tilden
First Line: Stretch'd on a bed of death
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: SM
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Hymn Number: 388
Page Number: 189, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsSTRETCH'D on a bed of death,
In silence long I lay;
For sore disease and wasting pain,
Had worn my strength away.
Sweet mercy to my soul,
Reveal'd no cheering ray;
Before me rose a long dark night,
With no succeeding day.
I saw beyond the tomb,
The awful Judge appear,
Prepared to scan with strict account,
My blessings wasted here.
Then O, how vain appeared
The joys beneath the sky!
Like visions past, like flowers that blow,
When winter storms are nigh.
How mourned my sinking soul,
The holy day divine-
The day of God-that precious day,
Consumed in sense and sin.
Then on my God I call'd,
And made my mournful cry-
"Hear me, O Lord, and save my soul,
Lest I forever die."
He heard my humble prayer,
And sav'd my soul from death;
I rose in health to consecrate
To him, my soul-my breath.
O sinner, fear the Lord,
While yet 'tis call'd to-day;
Return in health, lest death's dread voice
Command your soul away.
Soon will the harvest close,
The summer soon be o'er:
And soon your injured, angry Lord,
Will hear your prayers no more.