Hymnal: Christian Psalms and Hymns
Date: 1839
Compiler: Walter Scott and Silas Leonard
Publisher/Printer: A S Tilden
First Line: Crush'd as the moth beneath thy hand
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Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: CM
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Hymn Number: 390
Page Number: 191, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsCRUSH'D as the moth beneath thy hand,
Men moulder into dust;
Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand,
And all our beauty's lost.
I'm but a stranger here below,
As all my fathers were;
Like them I wait thy time to go-
Like them-thy voice to hear.
But should my life be spar'd awhile,
Before my last remove,
Thy praise shall be my business still,
I'll still declare thy love.
Come then, my blessed Saviour, come,
Thy gracious Spirit give:
Shine through this weak-this waiting heart,
And all my powers revive.
My soul would fain indulge the hope,
To reach the heavenly shore:
And when I drop this dying flesh,
That I shall sin no more.
That there I shall behold the Lamb,
Who once for sin was slain;
But rose triumphant o'er the grave,
And on his throne doth reign.
I hope to hear and join the song,
That saints and angels raise;
And while eternal ages roll,
To sing eternal praise.
Come then, O blessed Saviour, come,
Thy gracious Spirit give;
And make thy servant useful here
As long as he shall live.