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Life, Death, and the Resurrection

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #165 (1787) Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality and hope; Vanity of man as mortal; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality and hope; Vanity of man as mortal First Line: Think, mighty God, on feeble man Lyrics: 1 Think, mighty God, on feeble man, How few his hours, how short his span! Short from the cradle to the grave: Who can secure his vital breath Against the bold demands of death With skill to fly, or power to save? 2 Lord, shall it be forever said, "The race of man was only made "For sickness, sorrow, and the dust?" Are not thy servants day by day Sent to their graves and turn'd to clay? Lord, where's thy kindness to the just? 3 Hast thou not promis'd to thy son And all his seed a heavenly crown? But flesh and sense indulge dispair; Forever blessed be the Lord, That faith can read his holy word, And find a resurrection there. 4 Forever blessed be the Lord, Who gives his saints a long reward, For all their toil, reproach and pain; Let all below, and all above, Join to proclaim thy wondrous love, And each repeat their loud Amen. Scripture: Psalm 89:47-52 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: God Eternal and Man mortal; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man 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: God Eternal and Man mortal; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man 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

Breathing after Heaven

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.) #169a (1786) Topics: God Eternal and Man mortal; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man 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 heaven 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

Breathing after Heaven

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #169a (1787) Topics: God Eternal and Man mortal; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man 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 heaven 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

A prayer of the afflicted

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.) #176 (1786) Topics: God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace, To hear when sinners cry? 2 My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke, And sinking in dispair. 3 My spirits flag like withering grass Burnt with excessive heat: In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely building’s top, The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. 5 My soul is like a wilderness Where beasts of midnight howl; Where the sad raven finds her place, And where the screaming owl. 6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread, like ashes grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; And life’s declining light Grows faint as evening-shadows are, That vanish into night. 10 But thou forever art the same, O my eternal God; Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face, Nor will my Lord delay, Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways, Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:20-21 Languages: English

A Prayer of the afflicted

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #176 (1790) Topics: God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace, To hear when sinners cry? 2 My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke, And sinking in dispair. 3 My spirits flag like withering grass Burnt with excessive heat: In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely building’s top, The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. 5 My soul is like a wilderness Where beasts of midnight howl; Where the sad raven finds her place, And where the screaming owl. 6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread, like ashes grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; And life’s declining light Grows faint as evening-shadows are, That vanish into night. 10 But thou forever art the same, O my eternal God; Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face, Nor will my Lord delay, Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways, Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:20-21 Languages: English

Prayer heard, and Zion restored

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.) #177 (1786) Topics: God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity First Line: Let Zion, and her sons rejoice Lyrics: 1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice, Behold the promis'd hour: Her Gos hath heard her mourning voice, And comes t' exalt his power. 2 Her dust and ruins that remain, Are precious in our eyes; Those ruins shall be built again, And all that dust shall rise. 3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem, And stand in glory there; Nations shall bow before his name, And kings attend with fear. 4 He sits a sovereign on his throne, With pity in his eyes: He hears the dying prisoners' groan, And sees their sighs arise. 5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death, And when his saints complain, It shan't be said, "That praying breath "Was ever spent in vain." 6 This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record; That ages yet unborn may read, And trust, and praise the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 102:13-21 Languages: English

Prayer heard, and Zion restored

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #177 (1790) Topics: God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity First Line: Let Zion, and her sons rejoice Lyrics: 1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice, Behold the promis'd hour: Her God hath heard her mourning voice, And comes t' exalt his power. 2 Her dust and ruins that remain, Are precious in our eyes; Those ruins shall be built again, And all that dust shall rise. 3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem, And stand in glory there; Nations shall bow before his name, And kings attend with fear. 4 He sits a sovereign on his throne, With pity in his eyes: He hears the dying prisoners groan, And sees their sighs arise. 5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death, And when his saints complain, It shan't be said, "That praying breath "Was ever spent in vain." 6 This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record; That ages yet unborn may read, And trust, and praise the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 102:13-21 Languages: English

A prayer of the afflicted

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.) #187 (1786) Topics: God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace, To hear when sinners cry? 2 My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke, And sinking in dispair. 3 My spirits flag like withering grass Burnt with excessive heat: In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely building’s top, The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. 5 My soul is like a wilderness Where beasts of midnight howl; Where the sad raven finds her place, And where the screaming owl. 6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread, like ashes grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; And life’s declining light Grows faint as evening-shadows are, That vanish into night. 10 But thou forever art the same, O my eternal God; Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face, Nor will my Lord delay, Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways, Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:20-21 Languages: English