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Sick-Bed Devotion; or pleading without repining

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #71 (1786) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: God of my life, look gently down Lyrics: 1 God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. 2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command; I'll not attempt a murmuring word, Against thy chastening hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes. 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. 5 I'm but a stranger here below, As all my fathers were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the summons hear! 6 But if my life be spared a while Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English

Sick-Bed Devotion; or pleading without Repining

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #71 (1790) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: God of my life, look gently down Lyrics: 1 God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. 2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command; I'll not attempt a murmuring word, Against thy chastening hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes. 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. 5 I'm but a stranger here below, As all my fathers were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the summons hear! 6 But if my life be spared a while Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English

Sick-Bed Devotion; or pleading without repining

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #77 (1786) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: God of my life, look gently down Lyrics: 1 God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. 2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command; I'll not attempt a murmuring word, Against thy chastening hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes. 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. 5 I'm but a stranger here below, As all my fathers were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the summons hear! 6 But if my life be spared a while, Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English

Sick-Bed Devotion; or pleading without repining

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #77 (1787) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: God of my life, look gently down Lyrics: 1 God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. 2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command; I'll not attempt a murmuring word, Against thy chastening hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes. 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. 5 I'm but a stranger here below, As all my fathers were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the summons hear! 6 But if my life be spared a while Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English

Watchfulness over the Tongue; or Prudence and Zeal

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #70a (1786) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: Thus I resolv'd before the Lord Lyrics: 1 Thus I resolv'd before the Lord, "Now will I watch my tongue, "Lest I let slip one sinful word, "Or do my neighbour wrong." 2 Whene'er constrain'd a while to stay With men of lives profane, I'll set a double guard that day, Nor let my talk be vain. 3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak The pious thoughts I feel, Lest scoffers should th' occasion take To mock my holy zeal. 4 Yet if some proper hour appear, I'll not be over-aw'd, But let the scoffing sinners hear That we can speak for God. Scripture: Psalm 39:1-3 Languages: English

The Vanity of Man as mortal

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #70b (1786) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: Teach me the measure of my days Lyrics: 1 Teach me the measure of my days, Thou maker of my frame; I would survey life's narrow space, And learn how frail I am. 2 A span is all that we can boast, An inch or two of time: Man is but vanity and dust In all his flower and prime. 3 See the vain race of mortals move Like shadows o'er the plain; They rage and strive, desire and love, But all the noise is vain. 4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show, Some dig for golden ore, They toil for heirs, they know not who, And strait are seen no more. 5 What should I wish or wait for then From creatures, earth and dust? They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust. 6 Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond desires recal; I give my mortal interest up, And make my God my all. Scripture: Psalm 39:4-7 Languages: English

Watchfulness over the Tongue; or Prudence and Zeal

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #70a (1790) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: Thus I resolv'd before the Lord Lyrics: 1 Thus I resolv'd before the Lord, "Now will I watch my tongue, "Lest I let slip one sinful word, "Or do my neighbour wrong." 2 Whene'er constrain'd a while to stay With men of lives profane, I'll set a double guard that day, Nor let my talk be vain. 3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak The pious thoughts I feel, Lest scoffers should th' occasion take To mock my holy zeal. 4 Yet if some proper hour appear, I'll not be over-aw'd, But let the scoffing sinners hear That we can speak for God. Scripture: Psalm 39:1-3 Languages: English

The Vanity of Man as Mortal

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #70b (1790) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: Teach me the measure of my days Lyrics: 1 Teach me the measure of my days, Thou maker of my frame; I would survey life's narrow space, And learn how frail I am. 2 A span is all that we can boast, An inch or two of time: Man is but vanity and dust In all his flower and prime. 3 See the vain race of mortals move Like shadows o'er the plain; They rage and strive, desire and love, But all the noise is vain. 4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show, Some dig for golden ore, They toil for heirs, they know not who, And strait are seen no more. 5 What should I wish or wait for then From creatures earth and dust? They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust. 6 Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond desires recall; I give my mortal interest up, And make my God my all. Scripture: Psalm 39:4-7 Languages: English

Watchfulness over the Tongue; or Prudence and Zeal

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #76a (1786) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: Thus I resolv'd before the Lord Lyrics: 1 Thus I resolv'd before the Lord, "Now will I watch my tongue, "Lest I let slip one sinful word, "Or do my neighbour wrong." 2 Whene'er constrain'd a while to stay With men of lives profane, I'll set a double guard that day, Nor let my talk be vain. 3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak The pious thoughts I feel, Lest scoffers should th' occasion take To mock my holy zeal. 4 Yet if some proper hour appear, I'll not be over-aw'd, But let the scoffing sinners hear That we can speak for God. Scripture: Psalm 39:1-3 Languages: English

The Vanity of Man as mortal

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #76b (1786) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: Teach me the measure of my days Lyrics: 1 Teach me the measure of my days, Thou maker of my frame; I would survey life's narrow space, And learn how frail I am. 2 A span is all that we can boast, An inch or two of time; Man is but vanity and dust In all his flower and prime. 3 See the vain race of mortals move Like shadows o'er the plain; They rage and strive, desire and love, But all the noise is vain. 4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show, Some dig for golden ore, They toil for heirs, they know not who, And strait are seen no more. 5 What should I wish or wait for then From creatures, earth and dust? They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust. 6 Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond desires recal; I give my mortal interest up, And make my God my all. Scripture: Psalm 39:4-7 Languages: English