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Resolv'd to watch o'er all my Ways

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XXXIX (1767) Topics: Description of Misery and Vanity of human Life Lyrics: 1 Resolv'd to watch o'er all my Ways, I strove to keep my Tongue in Awe; And curb'd with Care, my hasty Words, When I the prosp'rous wicked saw; From good Discourse I did refrain, But that increas'd my inward Pain. 2 My Heart did glow, which working Thoughts, Did in my Bosom restless make; And warm Reflection fann'd the Fire, 'Till with my Tongue at last I spake: And thus with eager Zeal express'd, The Thought that labor'd in my Breast. 3 LORD, let me know my Term of Days, And show how soon my Life will end; The num'rous Train of Ills disclose, Which still on this frail State attend: A Span will measure all my Years, My Life but Vanity appears. 4 Man, like a Shadow, vainly walks, With fruitless Cares opprest; He heaps up Wealth, but cannot tell, By whom 'twill be possess'd' Why should I then on Toys attend, My Hopes on thee shall still depend. Part II 5 Forgive my Sins, nor let me scorn'd, By proud disdainful Sinners, be; I silent was, and murmur'd not, Because I saw 'twas done by thee. The Burden of thy Wrath remove, Lest my frail Flesh too weak should prove. 6 For when thou chast'nest Man for Sin, Thou mak'st his Beauty soon to fade; It wastes away ev'n like a Cloth, That is by fretting Moths decay'd: So vain in ev'ry earthly Joy, And Life itself is but a Toy. 7 LORD, hear my Cry, accept my Tears, And listen to my humble Pray'r, Who sojourn like a Stranger here, As all my Fore-fathers likewise were. Oh spare me, and my Strength restore, Before I shall be seen no more! Scripture: Psalm 39 Languages: English Tune Title: [Resolv'd to watch o'er all my Ways]
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Teach me the measure of my days

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.XXXIX.II (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Vanity of Man as Mortal Lyrics: 5 Teach me the measure of my days, Thou Maker of my frame; I would survey life's narrow space, And learn how frail I am. 6 A span is all that we can boast, An inch or two of time; Man is but vanity and dust In all his flow'r and prime. 7 See the vain race of mortals move Like shadows o'er the plain; They rage and strive, desire and love, But all the noise is vain. 8 Some walk in honour's gaudy show, Some dig for golden ore; They toil for heirs they know not who, And straight are seen no more. 9 What should I wish or wait for then From creatures, earth and dust? They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust. 10 Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond desires recall; I give my mortal int'rest up, And make my God my all. Scripture: Psalm 39:5-10 Languages: English
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My never-ceasing song shall show

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #34 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal Lyrics: My never-ceasing songs shall show The mercies of the Lord; And make succeeding ages know How faithful is his word. The sacred truths his lips pronounce Shall firm as heav'n endure; And if he speak a promise once, Th' eternal grace is sure. How long the race of David held The promised Jewish throne! But there's a nobler cov'nant sealed To David's greater Son. His seed for ever shall possess A throne above the skies; The meanest subject of his grace Shall to that glory rise. Lord God of hosts, thy wondrous ways Are sung by saints above; And saints on earth their honors raise To thy unchanging love. Scripture: Psalm 89 Languages: English
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Teach me the Measure of my Days

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P39b (1766) Topics: Vanity of Man as mortal Lyrics: 1 Teach me the Measure of my Days, Thou Maker of my Frame; I would survey Life's narrow Space, And learn how frail I am. 2 A Span is all that we can boast, An Inch or two of Time; Man is but Vanity and Dust; In all his Flow'r and Prime. 3 See the vain Race of Mortals move Like Shadows o'er the Plain; They rage and strive, desire and love, But all the Noise is vain. 4 Some walk in Honour's gaudy Show, Some dig for golden Ore, They toil for Heirs they know not who, And strait are seen no more. 5 What should I wish or wait for then From Creatures, Earth and Dust? They make our Expectations vain, And disappoint our Trust. 6 Now I forbid my carnal Hope, My fond Desires recal; I give my mortal Int'rest up, And make my GOD my All. Scripture: Psalm 39:4-7 Languages: English
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God of my Life, look gently down

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P39c (1766) Topics: Vanity of Man as mortal Lyrics: 1 God of my Life look gently down, Behold the Pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy Throne, Nor dare dispute thy Will. 2 Diseases are thy Servants, Lord, They come at thy Command; I'll not attempt a murm'ring Word, Against thy chast'ning Hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble Cries, Remove thy sharp Rebukes; My Strength consumes, my Spirit dies, Through thy repeated Strokes. 4 Crush'd as a Moth beneath thy Hand, We moulder to the Dust; Our feeble Pow'rs can ne'er withstand, And all our Beauty's lost. 5 [This mortal Life decays apace, How soon the Bubble's broke! Adam and all his num'rous Race Are Vanity and Smoke.] 6 I'm but a Sojourner below, As all my Fathers were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the Summons hear! 7 But if my Life be spar'd a while, Before my last Remove, Thy Praise shall be my Business still, And Ill declare thy Love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English
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Sick-bed Devotion or, Pleading without Repining

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #72b (1740) Topics: Vanity of Man as mortal First Line: God of my Life, look gently down Lyrics: 1 God of my Life look gently down, Behold the Pains I feel. But I am dumb before thy Throne, Nor dare dispute thy Will. 2 Diseases are thy Servants, Lord, They come at thy Command; I'll not attempt a murm'ring Word, Against thy chast'ning Hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble Cries, Remove thy sharp Rebukes; My Strength consumes, my Spirit dies, Through thy repeated Strokes. 4 Crush'd as a Moth beneath thy Hand, We moulder to the Dust; Our feeble Pow'rs can ne'er withstand, And all our Beauty's lost. 5 [This mortal Life decays apace, How soon the Bubble's broke! Adam and all his num'rous Race Are Vanity and Smoke.] 6 I'm but a Sojourner below, As all my Fathers were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the Summons hear! 7 But if my Life be spar'd a while, Before my last Remove, Thy Praise shall be my Business still, And I'll declare thy Love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English
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A Song of Deliverance from great Distress

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.) #72a (1786) Topics: Vanity of life and riches; Vanity of life and riches First Line: I waited patient for the Lord Lyrics: 1 I waited patient for the Lord, He bow'd to hear my cry; He saw me resting on his word, And brought salvation nigh. 2 He rais'd me from a horrid pit, Where mourning long I lay, And from my bonds releas'd my feet, Deep bonds of mirey clay. 3 Firm on a rock he made me stand, And taught my cheerful tongue To praise the wonders of his hand, In a new thankful song. 4 I’ll spread his works of grace abroad; The saints with joy shall hear, And sinners learn to make my God Their only hope and fear. 5 How many are thy thoughts of love; Thy mercies, Lord, how great! We have not words nor hours enough Their numbers to repeat. 6 When I’m afflicted, poor and low, And light and peace depart, My God beholds my heavy woe, And bears me on his heart. Scripture: Psalm 40:1-3 Languages: English
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The Incarnation and Sacrifice of Christ

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.) #72b (1786) Topics: Vanity of life and riches; Vanity of life and riches First Line: Thus saith the Lord, your work is vain Lyrics: 1 Thus saith the Lord "your work is vain "Give your burnt-offerings o'er; "In dying goats, and bullocks slain "My soul delights no more." 1 Then spake the Saviour, "Lo, I'm here, "My Gof, to do thy will; "Whate'er thy sacred books declare "Thy servant shall fulfil. 3 "Thy law is ever in my sight, "I keep it near my heart; "Mine ears are open'd with delight "To what thy lips impart." 4 And see the blest Redeemer comes, Th' eternal Son appears. And at th' appointed time assumes The body God prepares. 5 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace, And much his truth he shew'd, And preach'd the way of righteousness Where great assemblies stood. 6 His Father's honour touch'd his heart, He pity'd sinners' cries, And to fulfil a Saviour's part, Was made a sacrifice! Pause. 7 No blood of beasts on altars shed Could wash the conscience clean, But the rich sacrifice he paid, Atones for all our sin. 8 Then was the great salvation spread, And satan's kingdom shook; Thus by the woman's promis'd seed The serpent's head was broke. Scripture: Psalm 40:6-9 Languages: English
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A Song of Deliverance from great Distress

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #72a (1790) Topics: Vanity of life and riches; Vanity of life and riches First Line: I waited patient for the Lord Lyrics: 1 I waited patient for the Lord, He bow'd to hear my cry; He saw me resting on his word, And brought salvation nigh. 2 He rais'd me from a horrid pit, Where mourning long I lay, And from my bonds releas'd my feet, Deep bonds of mirey clay. 3 Firm on a rock he made me stand, And taught my cheerful tongue To praise the wonders of his hand, In a new thankful song. 4 I’ll spread his works of grace abroad; The saints with joy shall hear, And sinners learn to make my God Their only hope and fear. 5 How many are thy thoughts of love; Thy mercies, Lord, how great! We have not words nor hours enough Their numbers to repeat. 6 When I’m afflicted, poor and low, And light and peace depart, My God beholds my heavy woe, And bears me on his heart. Scripture: Psalm 40:5 Languages: English
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The Incarnation and Sacrifice of Christ

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #72b (1790) Topics: Vanity of life and riches; Vanity of life and riches First Line: Thus saith the Lord, your work is vain Lyrics: 1 Thus saith the Lord "your work is vain "Give your burnt-offerings o'er; "In dying goats, and bullocks slain "My soul delights no more." 1 Then spake the Saviour, "Lo, I'm here, "My God, to do thy will; "Whate'er thy sacred books declare "Thy servant shall fulfil. 3 "Thy law is ever in my sight, "I keep it near my heart; "Mine ears are open'd with delight "To what thy lips impart." 4 And see the blest Redeemer comes, Th' eternal Son appears. And at th' appointed time assumes The body God prepares. 5 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace, And much his truth he shew'd, And preach'd the way of righteousness Where great assemblies stood. 6 His Father's honour touch'd his heart, He pity'd sinners' cries, And to fulfil a Saviour's part, Was made a sacrifice! Pause. 7 No blood of beasts on altars shed Could wash the conscience clean, But the rich sacrifice he paid, Atones for all our sin. 8 Then was the great salvation spread, And satan's kingdom shook; Thus by the woman's promis'd seed The serpent's head was broke. Scripture: Psalm 40:6-9 Languages: English

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