The
Lord looked down from heaven’s height
To
see if any understood, To see if any in His sight
Would seek for God and do what’s good.
Alas,
they all are gone aside!
Not
even one is so inclined To turn to God before they’ve died
Among the souls of all mankind.
Except
our gracious Lord had cherished
Our
souls, it would have come to pass That we forever would have perished
When we had withered as the grass.
But
God has given us His Word
And
has reproved us by His Spirit, So we by grace may thus be stirred
To heed His Gospel when we hear it.
The
grass shall wither, flowers fade,
But
counsel from our God shall stand, Yet many foolishly will trade
The Rock of truth for shifting sand.
God’s
Spirit thus has testified
That
there would surely be seduction Deceiving some who have denied
The Gospel to their own destruction.
O
Lord, we’re debtors to Your grace!
How
graciously You thus extend The Word of God where we may trace
Such wisdom for our latter end!
O
Lord, as grass, our days are few;
How
short time is after birth! Yet we entrust our souls to You,
The Lord of heaven and of earth.
Until
we stand on heaven’s shore,
Thus
gathered with Your children there, Lord, use us now to gather more
With wondrous grace that we declare.
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