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Remember, Lord, our mortal State

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P89g (1766) Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality and hope; Vanity of Man as mortal Lyrics: 1 Remember, Lord, our mortal State, How frail our Life, how short the Date! Where is the Man that draws his Breath Safe from Disease, secure from Death? 2 Lord, while we see whole Nations die, Our Flesh and Sense repine and cry, "Must Death for ever rage and reign! "Or hast thou made Mankind in vain?" 3 Where is thy Promise to the Just? Are not thy Servants turn'd to Dust? But Faith forbids these mournful Sighs, And sees the sleeping Dust arise. 4 That glorious Hour, that dreadful Day, Wipes the Reproach of Saints away, And clears the Honour of thy Word: Awake our Souls, and bless the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 89:47-52 Languages: English

The Vanity of Man as mortal

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #72a (1740) Topics: Mortality of man; Vanity of Man as mortal First Line: Teach me the Measure of my Days 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

Psalm 89 Part 6

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.188 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal; Mortality and hope First Line: Remember, Lord, our mortal state Lyrics: Remember, Lord, our mortal state, How frail our life! how short the date! Where is the man that draws his breath Safe from disease, secure from death'? Lord, while we see whole nations die, Our flesh and sense repine and cry, "Must death for ever rage and reign? Or hast thou made mankind in vain? "Where is thy promise to the just? Are not thy servants turned to dust?" But faith forbids these mournful sighs, And sees the sleeping dust arise. That glorious hour, that dreadful day, Wipes the reproach of saints away, And clears the honor of thy word: Awake, our souls, and bless the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 89:47-52 Languages: English

Man Mortal and God Eternal: A mournful Song at a Funeral

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #158 (1740) Topics: God Eternal and Man mortal; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man First Line: Through every Age, eternal GOD Lyrics: 1 Through every Age, eternal GOD, Thou art our Rest, our safe Abode; High was thy Throne e'er Heav'n was made, Or Earth, thy humble Footstool, laid. 2 Long hadst thou reign'd e'er Time began, Or Dust was fashion'd to a Man, And long thy Kingdom shall endure, When Earth and Time shall be no more. 3 But Man, weak Man, is born to die, Made up of Guilt and Vanity; Thy dreadful Sentence, Lord, was just, Return, ye sinners, to your Dust. 4 [A Thousand of our Years amount Scarce to a Day in thine Account. Like Yesterday's departed Light, Or the last Watch of ending Night.] Pause. 5 [Death, like an overflowing Stream, Sweeps us away; our Life's a Dream, An empty Tale; a morning Flow'r, Cut down and wither'd in an Hour. 6 [Our Age to seventy Years is set; How short the Term! How frail the State! And if to Eighty we arrive, We rather sigh and groan than live. 7 But O! how oft thy Wrath appears, And cuts off our expected Years! Thy Wrath awakes our humble Dread; We fear that Pow'r that strikes us dead.] 8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is Man; And kindly lengthen out our Span, 'Till a wise Care of Piety Fit us to die, and dwell with Thee. Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English

Old Age approaching, or man frail and mortal

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #DXXIV (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Mortality of man First Line: Eternal God, enthroned 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 Thro' heaven, howe'er remote the bound, Thy matchless love proclaim, And join the choir of saints that sound Their great redeemer's name. Languages: English

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 mortality 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

Old Age approaching, or, man frail and mortal

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CCLXVII (1802) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man His mortality 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

Psalm 39 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.91 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; Vanity of man as mortal First Line: Teach me the measure of my days Lyrics: 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. A span is all that we can boast, An inch or two of time; Man is but vanity and dust In all his flower and prime. 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. Some walk in honor's gaudy show, Some dig for golden ore; They toil for heirs, they know not who, And straight are seen no more. What should I wish or wait for, then, From creatures earth and dust? They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust. Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond desires recall; I give my mortal interest up, And make my God my all. Scripture: Psalm 39:4-7 Languages: English

Psalm 39 Part 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.92 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; Vanity of man as mortal First Line: God of my life, look gently down Lyrics: God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command; I'll not attempt a murm'ring word Against thy chast'ning hand. Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes. Crushed as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. [This mortal life decays apace, How soon the bubble's broke! Adam and all his num'rous race Are vanity and smoke.] I'm but a sojourner below, As all my fathers were; May I be well prepared to go, When I the summons hear. But if my life be spared awhile, Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English

Psalm 89 Part 4

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.186 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal; Mortality and hope First Line: Hear what the Lord in vision said Lyrics: Hear what the Lord in vision said, And made his mercy known: "Sinners, behold your help is laid On my Almighty Son. "Behold the Man my wisdom chose Among your mortal race: His head my holy oil o'erflows, The Spirit of my grace. "High shall he reign on David's throne, My people's better King; My arm shall beat his rivals down, And still new subjects bring. "My truth shall guard him in his way, With mercy by his side, While in my name through earth and sea He shall in triumph ride. "Me for his Father and his God He shall for ever own, Call me his rock, his high abode, And I'll support my Son. "My first-born Son arrayed in grace At my right hand shall sit; Beneath him angels know their place, And monarchs at his feet. "My cov'nant stands for ever fast, My promises are strong; Firm as the heav'ns his throne shall last, His seed endure as long." Scripture: Psalm 89:19-52 Languages: English