Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#III

III. Submission to afflictive providences

1 Naked, as from the earth we came,
And rose to life at first,
We to the earth return again,
And mingle with our dust.

2 The dear delights we here enjoy,
And fondly call our own,
Are but short favours borrow'd now,
To be repaid anon.

3 'Tis God who lifts our comforts high
Or sinks them in the grave;
He gives, and (blessed be his name!)
He takes but what he gave.

4 Peace, all our angry passions then!
Let each rebellious sigh,
Be silent at his sovereign will,
And every murmur die.

5 If smiling mercy crown our lives,
Its praises shall be spread,
And we'll adore the justice too,
Which strikes our comforts dead.

Text Information

• First Line: Naked as from the earth we came
• Title: Submission to afflictive providences
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Job 1:21

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