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Death and Eternity

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.) #XXXV (1786) First Line: Stoop down, my thoughts, which use to rise Lyrics: 1 Stoop down, my thoughts, which use to rise, Converse a while with death; Think how a gasping mortal lies, And pants away his breath. 2 His quivering lip hangs feebly down, His pulses faint and few; Then speechless, with a doleful groan, He bids the world adieu. 3 But Oh, the soul, which never dies! At once it leaves the clay! Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies, And trace its wondrous way. 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell, It mounts triumphing there; Or devils plunge it down to hell, In terror and despair! 5 And must my body faint and die! And must this soul remove? Oh, for some guardian angel nigh, To bear it safe above. 6 Almighty Saviour, to thy hand My naked soul I trust; My flesh shall wait thy kind command, To mingle with the dust. Languages: English
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Death and Eternity

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.) #XXXV (1786) First Line: Stoop down, my thoughts, which use to rise Lyrics: 1 Stoop down, my thoughts, which use to rise, Converse a while with death; Think how a gasping mortal lies, And pants away his breath. 2 His quivering lip hangs feebly down, His pulses faint and few; Then speechless, with a doleful groan, He bids the world adieu. 3 But Oh, the soul, which never dies! At once it leaves the clay! Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies, And trace its wondrous way. 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell, It mounts triumphing there; Or devils plunge it down to hell, In terror and despair! 5 And must my body faint and die! And must this soul remove? Oh, for some guardian angel nigh, To bear it safe above. 6 Almighty Saviour, to thy hand My naked soul I trust; My flesh shall wait thy kind command, To mingle with the dust. Languages: English
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Death and Eternity

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #XXXV (1787) First Line: Stoop down, my thoughts, which use to rise Lyrics: 1 Stoop down, my thoughts, which use to rise, Converse a while with death; Think how a gasping mortal lies, And pants away his breath. 2 His quivering lip hangs feebly down, His pulses faint and few; Then speechless, with a doleful groan, He bids the world adieu. 3 But Oh, the soul, which never dies! At once it leaves the clay! Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies, And trace its wondrous way. 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell, It mounts triumphing there; Or devils plunge it down to hell, In terror and despair! 5 And must my body faint and die! And must this soul remove? Oh, for some guardian angel nigh, To bear it safe above. 6 Almighty Saviour, to thy hand My naked soul I trust; My flesh shall wait thy kind command, To mingle with the dust. Languages: English
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Death and Eternity

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #XXXV (1790) First Line: Stoop down, my thoughts, which use to rise Lyrics: 1 Stoop down, my thoughts, which use to rise, Converse a while with death; Think how a gasping mortal lies, And pants away his breath. 2 His quivering lip hangs feebly down, His pulses faint and few; Then speechless, with a doleful groan, He bids the world adieu. 3 But Oh, the soul, which never dies! At once it leaves the clay! Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies, And trace its wondrous way. 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell, It mounts triumphing there; Or devils plunge it down to hell, In terror and despair! 5 And must my body faint and die! And must this soul remove? Oh, for some guardian angel nigh, To bear it safe above. 6 Almighty Saviour, to thy hand My naked soul I trust; My flesh shall wait thy kind command, To mingle with the dust. Languages: English
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Stoop down, my thoughts, that used to rise

Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Public Worship #146 (1835)
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Stoop down, my thoughts, that used to rise

Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book (Corr. and Enl., 3rd. ed.) #225 (1815)

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