Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America ‎#180

180. Think, mighty God, on feeble man

1 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 pow'r to save?

2 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 turn'd to clay?
Lord, where's thy kindness to the just?

3 Hast thou not promis'd to thy Son
And all his seed, a heavenly crown!
But flesh and sense indulge dispair;
For ever blessed be the Lord,
That faith can read his holy word,
And find a resurrection there.

4 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Think, mighty God, on feeble man
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Notes: Last part

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