The whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain.
Romans 8:22
Words: Reginald Heber (1783–1826). Published posthumously in Hymns Written and Adapted to the Weekly Church Service of the Year (London: J. Murray, 1827), pages 20–21, alt.
Music: Jaipur, from Johann M. Haydn (1737–1806) . Adapted by Richard W. Adams, 2016 (public domain) (🔊 pdf nwc).
The world is grown old, and her pleasures are past;
The world is grown old, and her form may not last;
The world is grown old, and trembles for fear;
For sorrows abound, and judgment is near!
The sun in the heaven is languid and pale,
And feeble and few are the fruits of the vale;
The hearts of the nations all fail them for fear,
The world is grown old, and judgment is near!
The king on his throne, the bride in her bower,
The children of pleasure all feel the sad hour;
The roses are faded, and tasteless the cheer,
The world is grown old, and judgment is near!
The world is grown old, but should we complain?
We tried her and know that her promises are vain.
Our heart is in Heaven, our home is not here:
We look for our crown when judgment is near!