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Through every age, eternal God!

Hymnal: Songs for the Sanctuary #1185 (1868) Topics: Death; God Eternity; Life Brevity Scripture: Psalm 90

Through every age, eternal God

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Songs for the Sanctuary, or Hymns and Tunes for Christian Worship #1185 (1872)

Through every age, eternal God

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Baptist Hymn Book #1220 (1859)

Psalm 90

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.190 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Through every age, eternal God Lyrics: Through every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode; High was thy throne ere heav'n was made, Or earth thy humble footstool laid. Long hadst thou reigned ere time began, Or dust was fashioned to a man; And long thy kingdom shall endure When earth and time shall be no more. 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." [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. Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away; our life's a dream, An empty tale, a morning flower, Cut down and withered in an hour.] [Our age to seventy years is set; How short the time! how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh and groan than live. But O how oft thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread; We fear the power that strikes us dead.] 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. Topics: Funeral psalm; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; Saints rewarded at last; Frailty of man; Life short and feeble; Psalm for a funeral; Death the effect of sin; God eternal, and man mortal; Mortality and God's eternity; Old age death Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English

Man mortal and God eternal

Hymnal: Select Psalms and Hymns for the use of Mr. Adgate's pupils #XIV (1787) First Line: Through every age, eternal God Lyrics: I Thro' ev'ry 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. II 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. VIII 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." IV [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 V [Death, like an over-flowing stream, Sweeps us away; our life's a dream, An empty tale; a morning flow'r, Cut down and withered in an hour. VI [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. VII But O how oft thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread; We fear the pow'r that strikes us dead.] VIII 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. Languages: English

Through every age eternal Gid

Hymnal: The American Vocalist #24 (1849) Tune Title: STRATFIELD

Man Mortal, and GOD Eternal

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.) #156 (1786) First Line: Thro' every age, eternal God Lyrics: 1 Thro' every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode: High was thy throne ere heaven was made, Or earth thy humble foot-stool laid. 2 Long had'st thou reign'd ere 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 flower, Cut down and wither'd in an hour.] 6 [Our age to seventy years is set; How short the time! how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh, and groan than live. 7 But oh how oft thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread! We fear the power 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. Topics: Afflictions without rejection; Death the effect of sin; Frailty of Man; Funeral psalm; God Eternal and Man mortal; Life short and feeble; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; Old age death; Psalm for Funeral; Saints Reward at last; Afflictions without rejection; Death the effect of sin; Frailty of Man; Funeral psalm; God Eternal and Man mortal; Life short and feeble; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; Old age death; Psalm for Funeral; Saints Reward at last Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English

Man Mortal, and GOD Eternal

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #156 (1790) First Line: Thro' every age, eternal God Lyrics: 1 Thro' every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode: High was thy throne ere heaven was made, Or earth thy humble foot-stool laid. 2 Long had'st thou reign'd ere 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 flower, Cut down and wither'd in an hour.] 6 [Our age to seventy years is set; How short the time! how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh, and groan than live. 7 But oh how oft thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread! We fear the power 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. Topics: Afflictions without rejection; Death the effect of sin; Frailty of Man; Funeral psalm; God Eternal and Man mortal; Life short and feeble; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; Old age death; Psalm for Funeral; Saints Reward at last; Afflictions without rejection; Death the effect of sin; Frailty of Man; Funeral psalm; God Eternal and Man mortal; Life short and feeble; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; Old age death; Psalm for Funeral; Saints Reward at last Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English

Man Mortal, and GOD Eternal

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #166 (1786) First Line: Thro' every age, eternal God Lyrics: 1 Thro' every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode: High was thy throne ere heaven was made, Or earth thy humble foot-stool laid. 2 Long had'st thou reign'd ere 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 flower, Cut down and wither'd in an hour.] 6 [Our age to seventy years is set; How short the time! how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh, and groan than live. 7 But oh how oft thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread! We fear the power 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. Topics: Afflictions without rejection; Death the effect of sin; Frailty of Man; Funeral psalm; God Eternal and Man mortal; Life short and feeble; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; Old age death; Psalm for Funeral; Saints Reward at last; Afflictions without rejection; Death the effect of sin; Frailty of Man; Funeral psalm; God Eternal and Man mortal; Life short and feeble; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; Old age death; Psalm for Funeral; Saints Reward at last Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English

Man Mortal, and GOD Eternal

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #166 (1787) First Line: Thro' every age, eternal God Lyrics: 1 Thro' every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode: High was thy throne ere heaven was made, Or earth thy humble foot-stool laid. 2 Long had'st thou reign'd ere 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 flower, Cut down and wither'd in an hour.] 6 [Our age to seventy years is set; How short the time! how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh, and groan than live. 7 But oh how oft thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread! We fear the power 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. Topics: Afflictions without rejection; Death the effect of sin; Frailty of Man; Funeral psalm; God Eternal and Man mortal; Life short and feeble; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; Old age death; Psalm for Funeral; Saints Reward at last; Afflictions without rejection; Death the effect of sin; Frailty of Man; Funeral psalm; God Eternal and Man mortal; Life short and feeble; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; Old age death; Psalm for Funeral; Saints Reward at last Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English