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Man Mortal, and GOD Eternal

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.) #166 (1786) Topics: Saints Reward at last; Saints Reward at last First Line: Thro' every age, eternal God Lyrics: 1 Thro' every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode: High was thy throne ere heaven was made, Or earth thy humble foot-stool laid. 2 Long had'st thou reign'd ere time began, Or dust was fashion'd to a man; And long thy kingdom shall endure When earth and time shall be no more. 3 But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity: Thy dreadful sentence, Lord was just, "Return ye sinners, to your dust." 4 [A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in thine account, Like yesterday's departed light; Or the last watch of ending night. Pause. 5 Death like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away; our life's a dream; An empty tale; a morning flower, Cut down and wither'd in an hour.] 6 [Our age to seventy years is set; How short the time! how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh, and groan than live. 7 But oh how oft thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread! We fear the power that strikes us dead.] 8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man; And kindly lengthen out our span, 'Till a wise care of piety Fit us to die, and dwell with thee. Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English

Man Mortal, and GOD Eternal

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #166 (1787) Topics: Saints Reward at last; Saints Reward at last First Line: Thro' every age, eternal God Lyrics: 1 Thro' every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode: High was thy throne ere heaven was made, Or earth thy humble foot-stool laid. 2 Long had'st thou reign'd ere time began, Or dust was fashion'd to a man; And long thy kingdom shall endure When earth and time shall be no more. 3 But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity: Thy dreadful sentence, Lord was just, "Return ye sinners, to your dust." 4 [A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in thine account, Like yesterday's departed light; Or the last watch of ending night. Pause. 5 Death like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away; our life's a dream; An empty tale; a morning flower, Cut down and wither'd in an hour.] 6 [Our age to seventy years is set; How short the time! how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh, and groan than live. 7 But oh how oft thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread! We fear the power that strikes us dead.] 8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man; And kindly lengthen out our span, 'Till a wise care of piety Fit us to die, and dwell with thee. Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English

Man frail, and GOD eternal

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.) #167 (1786) Topics: Saints Reward at last; Saints Reward at last First Line: Our God, our help in ages past Lyrics: 1 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home. 2 Beneath the shadow of thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is thine arm alone, And my defence is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth receiv'd her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. 4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust, Return ye sons of men; All nations rose from earth at first, And turn to earth again. 5 A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising dawn. 6 [The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their lives and cares, Are carried downwards by the flood, And lost in following years. 7 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 8 Like flowery fields the nations stand Pleas'd with the morning light; The flow'rs beneath the mower's hand Lie withering ere 'tis night.] 9 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home. Scripture: Psalm 90:1-5 Languages: English

Man frail, and GOD eternal

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #167 (1787) Topics: Saints Reward at last; Saints Reward at last First Line: Our God, our help in ages past Lyrics: 1 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home. 2 Beneath the shadow of thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is thine arm alone, And my defence is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth receiv'd her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. 4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust, Return ye sons of men; All nations rose from earth at first, And turn to earth again. 5 A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising dawn. 6 [The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their lives and cares, Are carried downwards by the flood, And lost in following years. 7 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 8 Like flowery fields the nations stand Pleas'd with the morning light; The flow'rs beneath the mower's hand Lie withering ere 'tis night.] 9 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home. Scripture: Psalm 90:1-5 Languages: English

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, 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.) #168 (1786) 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

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 #168 (1787) 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, 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.) #169b (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 #169b (1787) 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

A Psalm for the Lord's Day

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.) #172 (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

A Psalm for the Lord's Day

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #172 (1787) 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