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Job 9:2-10: How should the sons of Adam's race

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R7 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: How should the sons of Adam's race Lyrics: How should the sons of Adam’s race be pure before their God? If he contends in righteousness, we sink beneath his rod. If he should mark my words and thoughts with strict enquiring eyes, Could I for one of thousand faults the least excuse devise? Strong in his arm, his heart is wise; who dares with him contend? Or who, that tries th’ unequal strife, shall prosper in the end? He makes the mountains feel his wrath, and their old seats forsake; The trembling earth deserts her place, and all her pillars shake. He bids the sun forbear to rise; th’ obedient sun forbears: His hand with sackcloth spreads the skies, and seals up all the stars. He walks upon the raging sea; flies on the stormy wind: None can explore his wondrous way, or his dark footsteps find. Scripture: Job 9:2-10 Languages: English

Hymn 86

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.86 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: How should the sons of Adam's race Lyrics: How should the sons of Adam's race Be pure before their God? If he contend in righteousness, We fall beneath his rod. To vindicate my words and thoughts I'll make no more pretence; Not one of all my thousand faults Can bear a just defence. Strong is his arm, his heart is wise; What vain presumers dare Against their Maker's hand to rise, Or tempt th' unequal war? [Mountains, by his almighty wrath, From their old seats are torn; He shakes the earth from south to north, And all her pillars mourn. He bids the sun forbear to rise, Th' obedient sun forbears; His hand with sackcloth spreads the skies, And seals up all the stars. He walks upon the stormy sea, Flies on the stormy wind; There's none can trace his wondrous way, Or his dark footsteps find.] Scripture: Job 9:2-10 Languages: English

God holy, just and sovereign

Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books #I.LXXXVI (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: How should the sons of Adam's race Lyrics: 1 How should the sons of Adam's race Be pure before their God! If he contend in righteousness, We fall beneath his rod. 2 To vindicate my words and thoughts I'll make no more pretence; Not one of all my thousand faults Can bear a just defence. 3 Strong is his arm, his heart is wise; What vain presumers dare Against their Maker's hand to rise, Or tempt th' unequal war? 4 Mountains by his Almighty wrath, From their old seats are torn; He shakes the earth, from south to north, And all her pillars mourn. 5 He bids the sun forbear to rise; Th' obedient sun forbears: His hand with sackcloth spreads the skies, And seals up all the stars. 6 He walks upon the stormy sea; Flies on the stormy wind; There's none can trace his wond'rous way, Or his dark footsteps find. Scripture: Job 9:2-10 Languages: English

GOD Holy, just and Sovereign

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CXIII (1791) First Line: How should the sons of Adam's Race Topics: Being and Perfections of God Scripture: Job 9:1-9

How should the sons of Adam's race

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Sacred Poetry #H.CXVII (1795)

God Holy, just, and Sovereign

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #CXIII (1801) First Line: How should the Sons of Adam's Race Scripture: Job 9:1-9 Languages: English

How should the sons of Adam's race

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Rev. Isaac Watts, D. D. #A86 (1842)

How should the Sons of Adam's Race

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #I.LXXXVI (1766) Lyrics: 1 How should the Sons of Adam’s Race Be pure before their God? If he contend in Righteousness, We fall beneath his Rod. 2 To vindicate my Words and Thoughts, I'll make no more Pretence; Not one of all my thousand Faults Can bear a just Defence. 3 Strong in his Arm, his Heart is wise; What vain Presumers dare Against their Maker's Hand to rise, Or tempt th' unequal War? [4 Mountains, by his Almighty Wrath, From their old Seats are torn; He shakes the Earth from South to North, And all her Pillars mourn. 5 He bids the Sun forbear to rise; Th’ obedient Sun forbears; His Hand with Sackcloth spreads the Skies, And seals up all the Stars. 6 He walks upon the stormy Sea; Flies on the stormy Wind; There's none can trace his wond'rous Way, Or his dark footsteps find. Topics: Holiness and Sovereignty of God; Justice of God; Power of God Scripture: Job 9:2-10 Languages: English

How should the sons of Adam's race

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Sacred Poetry #aH.CXVII (1797)

How should the sons of Adam's race

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #R7 (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 How should the sons of Adam’s race be pure before their God? If he contends in righteousness, we sink beneath his rod. 2 If he should mark my words and thoughts with strict enquiring eyes, could I for one of thousand faults the least excuse devise? 3 Strong in his arm, his heart is wise; who dares with him contend? Or who, that tries th’ unequal strife, shall prosper in the end? 4 He makes the mountains feel his wrath, and their old seats forsake; the trembling earth deserts her place, and all her pillars shake. 5 He bids the sun forbear to rise; th’ obedient sun forbears: his hand with sackcloth spreads the skies, and seals up all the stars. 6 He walks upon the raging sea; flies on the stormy wind: none can explore his wondrous way, or his dark footsteps find. Scripture: Job 9:2-10 Languages: English Tune Title: ST NICHOLAS

How should the sons of Adam's race

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A Choice Selection of Evangelical Hymns, from various authors #7 (1806) Languages: English

How should the sons of Adam's race

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #23 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: How should the sons of Adam's race Be pure before their God? If he contend in righteousness, We fall beneath his rod. To vindicate my words and thoughts I'll make no more pretence; Not one of all my thousand faults Can bear a just defence. Strong is his arm, his heart is wise; What vain presumers dare Against their Maker's hand to rise, Or tempt th' unequal war? [Mountains, by his almighty wrath, From their old seats are torn; He shakes the earth from south to north, And all her pillars mourn. He bids the sun forbear to rise, Th' obedient sun forbears; His hand with sackcloth spreads the skies, And seals up all the stars. He walks upon the stormy sea, Flies on the stormy wind; There's none can trace his wondrous way, Or his dark footsteps find.] Scripture: Job 9:2-10 Languages: English