154b | 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.)#155 | 156 |
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.
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First Line: | Think, mighty God, on feeble man |
Title: | Life, Death, and the Resurrection |
Meter: | As the 113th Psalm |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1786 |
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Topic: | Angels: all subject to Christ; Christ: covenant made with him; Christ: God and man(25 more...) |