The phrase "alas!" resonates through 13 hymns, touching hearts across generations.
alas!
...And offer sacrifice.
Alas! for homes where never
Is heard the voice of prayer;...
And offer sacrifice.
Alas! for homes where never
Is heard the voice of prayer;
...Take your sickle, reap with all your might;
Haste, for the reapers, alas! are so few,
And in His service be true....
Take your sickle, reap with all your might;
Haste, for the reapers, alas! are so few,
And in His service be true.
...Take your sickle, reap with all your might;
Haste, for the reapers, alas! are so few,
And in His service be true....
Take your sickle, reap with all your might;
Haste, for the reapers, alas! are so few,
And in His service be true.
...His battle fought, his journey o’er.
Alas! no wife’s fond arms caressed,
His cheek no tender mother pressed;...
His battle fought, his journey o’er.
Alas! no wife’s fond arms caressed,
His cheek no tender mother pressed;
...And now I am happy all the day!
Alas! My Savior on the tree!
Hands, feet cruel nails bore,...
And now I am happy all the day!
Alas! My Savior on the tree!
Hands, feet cruel nails bore,
...I love to worship Thee;
I grieved Thee long, alas! Thou know’st
It grieves me bitterly....
I love to worship Thee;
I grieved Thee long, alas! Thou know’st
It grieves me bitterly.
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Alas! Elisha’s servant cried,
When he the Syrian army spied,...
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Alas! Elisha’s servant cried,
When he the Syrian army spied,
...My terror now begins;
I feel, alas! that I am dead
In trespasses and sins....
My terror now begins;
I feel, alas! that I am dead
In trespasses and sins.
...And strengthens all the rest.
Knowledge, alas! ’tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear;...
And strengthens all the rest.
Knowledge, alas! ’tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear;
...Where I may do something for Thee?
No riches, alas! can I give Thee,
For they never have come to me;...
Where I may do something for Thee?
No riches, alas! can I give Thee,
For they never have come to me;
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Alas! and did my Savior bleed?
And did my Sov’reign die,...
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Alas! and did my Savior bleed?
And did my Sov’reign die,
...Thy grace creates in me;
Alas! impatience is its name,
When it returns to Thee....
Thy grace creates in me;
Alas! impatience is its name,
When it returns to Thee.
...My soul, what canst thou give?
Alas! from such a heart as mine,
What can I bring Him forth?...
My soul, what canst thou give?
Alas! from such a heart as mine,
What can I bring Him forth?
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