This Morning in Silence I Ponder and Mourn

Lyrics

Lyrics from A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Use of the Latter Day Saints, 1844

1. This morning in silence I ponder and mourn,
O'er the scenes that have passed no more to return,
How vast are the labors, the troubles and fears,
Of eight hundred millions who've toiled through the year.

2. How many ten thousands were slain by their foes,
While widows and orphans have mourned o'er their woes,
While pestilence, famine, and earthquakes appear,
And signs in the heavens, throughout the past year.

3. How many been murdered, and plundered, and robbed,
How many oppressed and driven by mobs,
How oft have the heavens bedewed with their tears
The earth o'er the scenes they beheld the past year.

4. But the day-star has dawned o'er the land of the blessed,
The first beams of morning, the morning of rest;
When cleansed from pollution the earth shall appear
As the garden of Eden, and peace crown the year.

5. Then welcome the new year, I hail with delight,
The season approaching with time's rapid flight;
While each fleeting moment brings near and more near,
The day, long expected, the great thousand years.

6. I praise and adore the eternal I Am;
Hosanna, hosanna to God and the Lamb,
Who orders the seasons that glide o'er the spheres,
And crown with such blessings, each happy new year.

Lyrics

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Lyrics from A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Europe, 1840

Hymn 266
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1. This morning in silence I ponder and mourn
O'er the scenes that have passed, no more to return:
How vast are the labours, the troubles and fears
Of eight hundred millions who've toiled through the year!

2. How many ten thousands were slain by their foes,
While widows and orphans have mourned o'er their woes, -
While pestilence, famine, and earthquakes appear,
And signs in the heavens throughout the past year!

3. How many been murdered, and plundered, and robbed,
How many oppressed and driven by mobs,
How oft have the heavens bedewed with their tears
The earth o'er the scenes they beheld the past year.

4. But the day-star has dawned o'er the land of the blessed,
The first beams of morning, the morning of rest;
When cleansed from pollution the earth shall appear
As the garden of Eden, and peace crown the year.

5. Then welcome the new year, I hail with delight,
The season approaching with time's rapid flight!
While each fleeting moment brings near and more near,
The day long expected, the great thousand years.

6. I praise and adore the eternal I Am;
Hosanna, hosanna to God and the Lamb,
Who order the seasons that glide o'er the spheres,
And crown with such blessings, each happy new year.