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Infirmites and Mortality the effect of sin; or, Life, old Age, and Preparations for Death

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #158a (1790) Topics: Saints Reward at last; Saints Reward at last First Line: Lord, if thine eyes survey our faults Lyrics: 1 Lord, if thine eyes survey our faults, And justice grow severe, Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts, And burns beyond our fear. 2 Thine anger turns our frame to dust; By one offence to thee, Adam, with all his sons, have lost Their immortality. 3 Life, like a vain amusement flies, A fable or a song; By swift degrees our nature dies, Nor can our joys be long. 4 'Tis but a few whose days amount To three score years and ten; And all beyond that short account Is sorrow, toil, and pain. 5 [Our vitals with laborious strife Bear up the crazy load, And drag these poor remains of life Along the tiresome road. 6 Almighty God, reveal thy love, And not thy wrath alone; Oh let our sweet experience prove The mercies of thy throne. 7 Our souls would learn the heavenly art T' improve the hours we have, That we may act the wiser part, And live beyond the grave. Scripture: Psalm 90:8-12 Languages: English

The Frailty and Shortness of Life

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.) #159a (1786) Topics: Saints Reward at last; Saints Reward at last First Line: Lord, what a feeble piece Lyrics: 1 Lord, what a feeble piece Is this our mortal frame! Our life how poor a trifle 'tis, That scarce deserves the name! 2 Alas, the brittle clay That built our body first! And every month and every day, 'Tis mouldering back to dust. 3 Our moments fly apace, Our feeble powers decay, Swift like a flood our hasty days Are sweeping us away. 4 Yet, if our days must fly, We'll keep their end in sight, We'll spend them all in wisdom's way, And let them speed their flight. 5 They'll waft us sooner o'er This life's tempestuous sea; Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore Of blest eternity. Scripture: Psalm 90:5 Languages: English

The Frailty and Shortness of Life

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #159a (1790) Topics: Saints Reward at last; Saints Reward at last First Line: Lord, what a feeble piece Lyrics: 1 Lord, what a feeble piece Is this our mortal frame! Our life how poor a trifle 'tis, That scarce deserves the name! 2 Alas, the brittle clay That built our body first! And every month and every day, 'Tis mouldering back to dust. 3 Our moments fly apace, Our feeble powers decay, Swift like a flood our hasty days Are sweeping us away. 4 Yet, if our days must fly, We'll keep their end in sight, We'll spend them all in wisdom's way, And let them speed their flight. 5 They'll waft us sooner o'er This life's tempestuous sea; Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore Of blest eternity. Scripture: Psalm 90:5 Languages: English

Infirmities and Mortality the Effects of Sin; or, Life, Old Age, and Preparation for Death

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #160b (1740) Topics: Saints Reward at last First Line: Return, O God of Love, return Lyrics: 1 Return, O GOD of Love, return; Earth is a tiresome Place: How long shall we, thy Children, mourn Our Absence from thy Face? 2 Let Heav'n succeed our painful Years, Let Sin and Sorrow cease, And in Proportion to our Tears So make our Joys increase. 3 Thy Wonders to thy Servants show, Make thy own Work complete, Then shall our Souls thy Glory know, And own thy Love was great. 4 Then shall we shine before thy Throne In all thy Beauty, Lord; And the poor Service we have done Meet a divine Reward. Scripture: Psalm 90:13-17 Languages: English

Dependence on God

Hymnal: The Psalter #161 (1912) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Christian's Reward First Line: My soul in silence wiats for God Lyrics: 1 My soul in silence waits for God, My Saviour He has proved; He only is my rock and tow'r; I never shall be moved. 2 My enemies my ruin seek, They plot with fraud and guile; Deceitful, they pretend to bless, But inwardly revile. 3 My soul, in silence wait for God; He is my help approved, He only is my rock and tow'r, And I shall not be moved. 4 My honor is secure with God, My Saviour He is known; My refuge and my rock of strength Are found in God alone. 5 On Him, ye people, evermore Rely with confidence; Before Him pour ye out your heart, For God is our defense. 6 For surely men are helpers vain, The high and the abased; Yea, lighter than a breath are thy When in the balance placed. 7 Trust not in harsh oppression's power Nor in unrighteous gain; If wealth increase, yet on your gold Ye set your hearts in vain. 8 For God has spoken o'er and o'er, And unto me has shown, That saving power and lasting strength Belong to Him alone. 9 Yea, loving-kindness evermore Belongs to Thee, O Lord; And Thou according to his work Dost every man reward. Scripture: Psalm 62 Languages: English Tune Title: SAWLEY

God our Strength

Hymnal: The Psalter #162 (1912) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Christian's Reward First Line: My soul in silence waits for God Lyrics: 1 My soul in silence waits for God, My Saviour He has proved; He only is my rock and tow'r; I never shall be moved. My honor is secure with God, My Saviour He is known; My refuge and my rock of strength Are found in God alone. 2 For God has spoken o'er and o'er, And unto me has shown, That saving pow'r and lasting strength Belong to Him alone. Yea, loving-kindness evermore Belongs to Thee, O Lord; And Thou according to his work Dost ev'ry man reward. Scripture: Psalm 62 Languages: English Tune Title: FOUNTAIN

A Psalm for the Lord's Day

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.) #162a (1786) Topics: Saints Reward at last; Saints Reward at last First Line: Sweet is the work, my God, my King Lyrics: 1 Sweet is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks and sing, To shew thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal cares shall seize my breast, Oh may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound. 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word; Thy works of grace how bright they shine! How deep thy counsels! how divine! 4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high; Like brutes they live, like brutes they die; Like grass they flourish, 'till thy breath Blast them in everlasting death. 5 But I shall share a glorious part When grace hath well refin'd my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed Like holy oil to cheer my head. 6 Sin (my worst enemy before) Shall vex my eyes and ears no more: My inward foes shall all be slain, Nor satan break my peace again. 7 Then shall I see and hear and know All I desir'd, or wish'd below; And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy. Scripture: Psalm 92 Languages: English

The Church is the Garden of God

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.) #162b (1786) Topics: Saints Reward at last; Saints Reward at last First Line: Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand Lyrics: 1 Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand In gardens planted by thine hand; Let me within thy courts be seen, Like a young cedar, fresh and green. 2 There grow thy saints in faith and love, Blest with thine influence from above; Not Lebanon with all it's trees Yields such a comely sight as these. 3 The plants of grace shall ever live; (Nature decays, but grace must thrive) Time, that doth all things else impair, Still makes them flourish strong and fair. 4 Laden with fruits of age, they shew, The Lord is holy just and true; None that attend his gates shall find A God unfaithful or unkind. Scripture: Psalm 92:12-15 Languages: English

A Psalm for the Lord's Day

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #162a (1790) Topics: Saints Reward at last; Saints Reward at last First Line: Sweet is the work, my God, my King Lyrics: 1 Sweet is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks and sing, To shew thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal cares shall seize my breast, Oh may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound. 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word; Thy works of grace how bright they shine! How deep thy counsels! how divine! 4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high; Like brutes they live, like brutes they die; Like grass they flourish, 'till thy breath Blast them in everlasting death. 5 But I shall share a glorious part When grace hath well refin'd my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed Like holy oil to cheer my head. 6 Sin (my worst enemy before) Shall vex my eyes and ears no more: My inward foes shall all be slain, Nor satan break my peace again. 7 Then shall I see and hear and know All I desir'd, or wish'd below; And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy. Scripture: Psalm 92 Languages: English

The Church is the Garden of God

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #162b (1790) Topics: Saints Reward at last; Saints Reward at last First Line: Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand Lyrics: 1 Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand In gardens planted by thine hand; Let me within thy courts be seen, Like a young cedar, fresh and green. 2 There grow thy saints in faith and love, Blest with thine influence from above; Not Lebanon with all it's trees Yields such a comely sight as these. 3 The plants of grace shall ever live; (Nature decays, but grace must thrive) Time, that doth all things else impair, Still makes them flourish strong and fair. 4 Laden with fruits of age, they shew, The Lord is holy just and true; None that attend his gates shall find A God unfaithful or unkind. Scripture: Psalm 92:12-15 Languages: English