LXXXIXa | The Psalms of David#LXXXIXb | LXXXIXc |
Text: | Mortality and Hope |
Author: | Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 |
1 Remember, Lord, our mortal state,
How frail our life, How short the date!
Where is the man that draws his breath
Safe from decease, secure from death.
2 Lord, while we see whole nations die,
Our flesh and sense repine and cry,
"Must death forever rage and reign?
"Or hast thou made mankind in vain?
3 "Where is thy promise to the just?
"Are not thy servants turn'd to dust?"
But faith forbids these mournful sighs,
And sees the sleeping dust arise.
4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day,
Wipes the reproach of saints away,
And clears the honor of thy word:
Awake, our souls, and bless the Lord.
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First Line: | Remember, Lord, our mortal state |
Title: | Mortality and Hope |
Author: | Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1780 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. A Funeral Psalm |