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==General information==
==General information==
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This is an hymn by [[Isaac Watts]], his Hymn 164 of Book 2, entitled ''The end of the world'', published 1709.


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Why should this earth delight us so?
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Why should we fix our eyes
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On these low grounds where sorrows grow,
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And every pleasure dies ?
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While time his sharpest teeth prepares
Our comforts to devour,
There is a land above the stars,
And joys above his power.


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Nature shall be dissolved and die,
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The sun must end his race,
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The earth and sea for ever fly
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Before my Savior's face.
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When will that glorious morning rise?
When the last trumpet sound,
And call the nations to the skies,
From underneath the ground?}}''The end of the world'' by [[Isaac Watts]], 1709


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Revision as of 20:50, 20 April 2015

General information

This is an hymn by Isaac Watts, his Hymn 164 of Book 2, entitled The end of the world, published 1709.

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Text and translations

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Why should this earth delight us so?
Why should we fix our eyes
On these low grounds where sorrows grow,
And every pleasure dies ?

While time his sharpest teeth prepares
Our comforts to devour,
There is a land above the stars,
And joys above his power.

Nature shall be dissolved and die,
The sun must end his race,
The earth and sea for ever fly
Before my Savior's face.

When will that glorious morning rise?
When the last trumpet sound,
And call the nations to the skies,
From underneath the ground?

The end of the world by Isaac Watts, 1709

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