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How Meanly Dwells Th' Immortal Mind

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16209 First Line: How meanly dwells th’immortal mind! Lyrics: 1 How meanly dwells th’immortal mind! How vile these bodies are! Why was a clod of earth designed T’enclose a heavenly star? 2 Weak cottage, where our souls reside! This flesh a tottering wall; With frightful breaches, gaping wide, The building bends to fall. 3 All round it storms of trouble blow, And waves of sorrow roll; Cold waves and winter storms beat through, And pain the tenant-soul. 4 "Alas! how frail our state!" said I: And thus went mourning on, Till, sudden from the clearing sky, A gleam of glory shone. 5 My soul all felt the glory come, And breathed her native air; Then she remembered Heaven her home, And she a prisoner here. 6 Straight she began to change her key, And joyful in her pains, She sung the frailty of her clay In pleasurable strains. 7 “How weak the prison where I dwell! Flesh, but a tottering wall, The breaches cheerfully foretell, The house must shortly fall. 8 “No more, my friends, shall I complain, Though all my heart-strings ache; Welcome, disease, and every pain, That makes the cottage shake. 9 “Now let the tempest blow all round, Now swell the surges high, And beat this house of bondage down, To let the stranger fly. 10 “I have a mansion built above, By the eternal hand; And should the earth’s old basis move, My heav’nly house must stand. 11 "Yes, for ’tis there my Savior reigns, (I long to see the God) And His immortal strength sustains The courts that cost Him blood." 12 Hark, from on high my Savior calls; "I come, my Lord, my love." Devotion breaks the prison walls, And speeds my last remove. Languages: English Tune Title: CORONATION

How meanly dwells the immortal mind

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CX (1791) Lyrics: 1 How meanly dwells th' immortal Mind! How vile these Bodies are! Why was a Clod of Earth, design'd T' enclose a heav'nly Star? 2 Weak Cottage where our Souls reside, This Flesh a tott'ring Wall: The frightfull Breaches gaping wide, The Buildings bends to fall. 3 All round it Storms of Sorrow blow, And Waves of Trouble roll; Cold Waves, and Winter Storms, beat through, And Pain the Tenant Soul. 4 "Alas, how frail our State!" said I, And thus went mourning on, Till sudden from the cleaving Sky A Gleam of Glory shone. 5 My Soul all felt the Glory come, And breath'd her native Air; Then she remember'd Heav'n her Home, And she a Pris'ner here. 6 Straight she began to change her Key, And joyful in her Chains, She sung the Frailty of her Clay In pleasurable Strains. 7 "How weak the Pris'n is where I dwell! "This Flesh a tott'ring Wall! "The Breaches chearfully foretell, "The House must shortly fall. 8 "No more my Friends, shall I complain, "Tho' all my Heart Strings ake, "Welcome Disease, and ev'ry Pain, That makes the Cottage shake. 9 "I have a Mansion built above, "By the eternal Hand And should the Earth's old Basis move "My Heav'nly House must stand. 10 "Yes for 'tis there my Saviour Reigns; "(I long to see my God) "And his immortal Strength sustains "The Purchase of his Blood. 11 "Hark, from on High my Saviour call "I come, my Lord, my Love; "Devotion breaks the Prison Walls, "And speeds my last Remove." Topics: Faith and Obedience Languages: English