Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#89

89. God of my life, look gently down

1 God of my life, look gently down,
Behold the pains I feel;
But I am dumb before thy throne,
Nor dare dispute thy will.

2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord;
They come at thy command:
I'll not attempt a murm'ring word
Against thy chast'ning hand.

3 Yet I may plead with humble cries,
'Remove thy sharp rebukes;'
My strength consumes, my spirit dies,
Through thy repeated strokes.

4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand,
We moulder to the dust;
Our feeble pow'rs can ne'er withstand,
And all our beauty's lost.

[This mortal life decays apace,
How soon the bubble's broke!
Adam and all his num'rous race
Are vanity and smoke.]

I'm but a sojourner below,
As all my fathers were;
May I be well prepared to go,
When I the summons hear.

But if my life be spared awhile,
Before my last remove,
Thy praise shall be my business still,
And I'll declare thy love.

Text Information

• First Line: God of my life, look gently down
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 39:9-13
• Notes: Now Public Domain. Part 3

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