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Thro' every Age, eternal God

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns #B.III (1737) Lyrics: 1 Thro' every Age, eternal God, Thou art our Rest, our safe Abode; High was thy Throne e'er Heaven was made, Or Earth thy humble Foot stool, laid. 2 Long had'st 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: Dust as thou art, return to dust. 4 Death, like an over-flowing Stream Sweeps us away, our Life's a Dream, An empty Tale, a Morning Flower, Cut down and wither'd in an Hour. 5 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. 6 Teach us, o Lord, how frail is Man; And kindly lengthen out our Span, Till from the Chains of Sin set free We find immortal Life in thee! Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English

Man Mortal, and GOD Eternal

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #XCa (1785) 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. Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English