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Psalm 144 Part 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.325 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Frailty of man First Line: Happy the city where their sons Lyrics: Happy the city where their sons, Like pillars round a palace set, And daughters, bright as polished stones, Give strength and beauty to the state. Happy the country where the sheep, Cattle, and corn, have large increase; Where men securely work or sleep, Nor sons of plunder break the peace. Happy the nation thus endowed, But more divinely blest are those On whom the all-sufficient God Himself with all his grace bestows. Scripture: Psalm 144:12-15 Languages: English
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Old Age approaching, or, man frail and mortal

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CCLXVII (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man His frailty First Line: Eternal God! enthron'd on high! Lyrics: 1 Eternal God! enthron'd on high! Whom angel-hosts adore; Who yet to suppliant dust art nigh, thy presence I implore. 2 O guide me down the steep of age, And keep my passions cool; Teach me to scan the sacred page, And practice every rule. 3 My flying years time urges on, What's human must decay; My friends, my young companions gone, Can I expect to stay? 4 Can I exemption plead, when death Projects his awful dart? Can med'cines then prolong my breath, Or virtue shield my heart? 5 Ah! no--then smooth the mortal hour, On thee my hope depends; Support me with almighty power, While dust to dust descends. 6 Then shall my soul, O gracious God! (While angels join the lay) Admitted to the bless'd abode, Its endless anthems pay. 7 Through heav'n, howe'er remote the bound, Thy matchless love proclaim, And join the choir of saints that sound Their great Redeemer's name. Languages: English
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Love to the Creatures is dangerous

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CXVI (1791) Topics: Frailty of Our Life First Line: How vain are all Things here below Lyrics: 1 How vain are all Things here below! How false, and yet how fair! Each Pleasure hath its Poison too, And ev'ry sweet a Snare. 2 The brightest Things below the Sky Give but a flatt'ring Light; We should suspect some Danger nigh Where we possess Delight. 3 Our dearest Joys, and nearest Friends, The Partners of our Blood, How they divide our wav'ring Minds, And leave but half for God. 4 The Fondness of a Creature's Love, How strong it strikes the Sense! Thither the warm Affections move, Nor can we call them thence. 5 Dear Saviour! let thy Beauties be My Soul's Eternal Food; And Grace command my Heart away From all created Good. Languages: English
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Love to the Creatures is dangerous

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #CXVI (1801) Topics: The Frailty of Life First Line: How vain are all Things here below! Languages: English
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On Mortality

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CXLVII (1791) Topics: Frailty of Our Life First Line: Kind souls, reflect awhile with me Lyrics: 1 Kind Souls reflect, awhile with me, Upon our wretched State, How frail our Life, how short our Time, Our Miseries, how great. 2 How Short the Pleasures Earth affords, How transient, and how few, Compar'd with Heav'ns Eternal Joys, And Pleasures ever new. 3 Come let us leave the Things of Earth, (Whose Pleasures Poisons are,) And haste away to Canaans Land, And try our Intrest there. 4 Make the extended Skies your Tomb, Let Heav'n record your Worth, For know: Vain Mortals all must die: As Natures sickliest Birth. 5 Would bounteous Heav'n indulge my Pray'r, A nobler Choice I frame, Then here to be esteemed great, Or gain an Earthly Name. 6 But in thy Book of Life Divine, My God! inscribe my Name: There let it fill some humble Place, Beneath the slaughter'd Lamb, 7 My God! this Witness let me have, Till I resign my Breath, And chearfully my Soul shall wait "Till it is free'd from Death." Languages: English
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On Mortality

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #CXLVII (1801) Topics: The Frailty of Life First Line: Kind Souls reflect a while with me Languages: English
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Our frail Bodies, and God our Preserver

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CLII (1791) Topics: Frailty of Our Life First Line: Let others boast how strong they be Lyrics: 1 Let others boast how strong they be, Nor Death nor Danger fear; But we'll confess, O Lord, to thee, What feeble Things we are. 2 Fresh as the Grass our Bodies stand, And flourish bright and gay; A blasting Wind sweeps o'er the Land, And fades the Grass away. 3 Our Life contains a thousand Springs, And dies if one be gone; Strange! that a Harp of thousand Strings Should keep in Tune so long! 4 But 'tis our God supports our Frame, The God that built us first: Salvation to th' Almighty Name That rear'd us from the Dust. [5 He spoke, and strait our Hearts and Brains In all their Motions rose, Let Blood, said he, flow round the Veins, And round the Veins it flows. 6 While we have Breath, or use our Tongues, Our Maker we'll adore: His Spirit moves our heaving Lungs, Or they would breathe no more.] Languages: English
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Our frail Bodies, and God our Preserver

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #CLII (1801) Topics: The Frailty of Life First Line: Let others boast how strong they be Languages: English
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Lo what a feeble frame is ours!

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship #CXXXIV (1789) Topics: Life, Death and a future State The Frailty of human Life Lyrics: 1 Lo what a feeble frame is ours! How vain a thing is man! How frail are all our boasted pow'rs! And short at best our span! 2 Swift as the feather'd arrow flies, And cuts the yielding air; Or as a kindling meteor dies, Ere it can well appear: 3 So pass our fleeting years away, And time runs on its race; In vain we ask a moment's stay, Nor will it slack its pace. 4 O make us truly wise to learn How very frail we are; That we may mind our grand concern, And for our death prepare. Languages: English
Lo what a feeble frame is ours!
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Lord, what a feeble piece

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship #CXXXV (1789) Topics: Life, Death and a future State The Frailty and Shortness of Life Lyrics: 1 Lord, what a feeble piece Is this our mortal frame! Our life, how poor a trifle 'tis, That scarce deserves the name! 2 Alas, the brittle clay That built our body first! And e'ery month, and every day, 'Tis mould'ring back to dust. 3 Our moments fly apace, Nor will our minutes stay; Just like a flood our hasty days Are sweeping us away. 4 Well, if our days must fly, We'll keep their end in sight, We'll spend them all in wisdom's way, And let them speed their flight. 5 They'll waft us sooner o'er This Life's tempestuous sea; Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore Of blest eternity. Languages: English
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