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How Cold That Man! To Faith How Dead! – a hymn on Divine Providence by Penina Moïse (Ḳ.Ḳ. Beth Elohim 1842)

https://opensiddur.org/?p=39871 How Cold That Man! To Faith How Dead! – a hymn on Divine Providence by Penina Moïse (Ḳ.Ḳ. Beth Elohim 1842) 2021-10-20 12:08:27 "How cold that man! to faith how dead!" by Penina Moïse, was published in 1842, and appears under the subject "Divine Providence" as Hymn 8 in <em><a href="/?p=39305">Hymns Written for the Service of the Hebrew Congregation Beth Elohim, South Carolina</a></em> (Penina Moïse et al., Ḳ.Ḳ. Beth Elohim, 1842), pp. 13-14. Text the Open Siddur Project Aharon N. Varady (transcription) Aharon N. Varady (transcription) Ḳahal Ḳadosh Beth Elohim (Charleston, South Carolina) Penina Moïse https://opensiddur.org/copyright-policy/ Aharon N. Varady (transcription) https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/ Baqashot 19th century C.E. 57th century A.M. English vernacular prayer South Carolina hymns AABCCB rhyming scheme
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How cold that man! to faith how dead!
Who, having Nature’s volume read,
Finds not, from first to last,
Some truth that to his moral sense
Proves an eternal providence
A present, future, past.
Below the brute that being ranks,
Who fails to render grateful thanks,
When he creation scans;
Where mountains lift their heads sublime,
Gray witnesses from elder time,
Of Wisdom’s mighty plans.
Where forests wave, and oceans flow,
And light sheds an impartial glow,
Like that of mercy’s rays;
Where gentle flowers yield their sweets,
And ev’ry warbling bird repeats.
Instinctive notes of praise.
Yet such there are in human kind,
Whose souls to worldly claims resigned,
With apathy behold;
Not only blossoms, hills and streams,
But heaven with its starry beams
Of incorruptive gold.
Blind pilgrims these who grope their way,
Without a guide their steps to sway,
Until a sudden fall
Reminds them, when perhaps too late,
Of those vicissitudes of fate
Which for religion call.
Oh! then will startled conscience seek,
Peace with an angry God to make,
And lips will move in prayer;
Gracious and long-enduring Lord!
Pardon e’en then wilt thou accord,
If Man but proves sincere.

“How cold that man! to faith how dead!” by Penina Moïse, was published in 1842, and appears under the subject “Divine Providence” as Hymn 8 in Hymns Written for the Service of the Hebrew Congregation Beth Elohim, South Carolina (Penina Moïse et al., Ḳ.Ḳ. Beth Elohim, 1842), pp. 13-14. –Aharon Varady

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