Ps.189. Psalm 89 Last Part

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?

Lord, shall it be for ever 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 turned to clay?
Lord, where's thy kindness to the just?

Hast thou not promised to thy Son
And all his seed a heav'nly crown?
But flesh and sense indulge despair:
For ever blessed be the Lord,
That faith can read his holy word,
And find a resurrection there.

For ever 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: Psalm 89 Last Part
Author: Isaac Watts
Meter: 8,8,8,8,8,8
Language: English
Publication Date: 1806
Scripture:
Topic: Providence: in air, earth, and sea; Christ: the true David; God: mercy and truth (29 more...)
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