The Cyber Hymnal ‎#7772

7772. Ye Sons of Men, a Feeble Race

1. Ye sons of men, a feeble race,
Exposed to every snare,
Come, make the Lord your dwelling place,
And try and trust His care.

2. No ill shall enter where you dwell;
Or if the plague come nigh,
And sweep the wicked down to hell,
’Twill raise His saints on high.

3. He’ll give His angels charge to keep
Your feet in all their ways;
To watch your pillow while you sleep,
And guard your happy days.

4. Their hands shall bear you, lest you fall
And dash against the stones:
Are they not servants at His call,
And sent t’attend His sons?

5. Adders and lions ye shall tread;
The tempter’s wiles defeat;
He that hath broke the serpent’s head
Puts him beneath your feet.

6. Because on Me they set their love,
I’ll save them, saith the Lord;
“I’ll bear their joyful souls above
Destruction and the sword.

7. “My grace shall answer when they call,
In trouble I’ll be nigh;
My power shall help them when they fall,
And raise them when they die.

8. They that on earth My name have known
I’ll honor them in Heav’n;
There My salvation shall be shown,
And endless live be giv’n.

Text Information

• First Line: Ye sons of men, a feeble race
• Title: Ye Sons of Men, a Feeble Race
• Author: Isaac Watts (1719)
• Meter: CM
• Language: English
• Source: The Psalms of David, 1719
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: WINDSOR
• Composer: Christ­o­pher Tye (, 1533)
• Meter: CM
• Incipit: 11232 11735 43233
• Key: g minor
• Source: Ar­ranged in Booke of Mu­sicke, by Will­iam Da­man, 1591
• Copyright: Public Domain