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Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #143 (1787) Topics: Afflictions hope in them; Afflictions very great; Afflictions hope in them; Afflictions very great First Line: To God I cry'd with mournful voice Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour, when trouble rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept mine eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might with-hold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind; His face appear no more? 7 Will he forever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame, Rememb’ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 I’ll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o’er, Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwelt with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word, Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Must Jesus bear the cross alone

Hymnal: Songs for the Sanctuary; or, Psalms and Hymns for Christian Worship (Words only) #978 (1868) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Christian Afflictions; Afflictions; Hope Under Affliction Scripture: Luke 9:23

Must Jesus bear the cross alone

Hymnal: Songs for the Sanctuary #978 (1868) Topics: The Christian Afflictions; Afflictions; Hope Under Affliction Scripture: Luke 9:23 Tune Title: MAITLAND

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) Topics: Afflictions without rejection; Afflictions without rejection 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

Man Mortal, and GOD Eternal

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #156 (1790) Topics: Afflictions without rejection; Afflictions without rejection 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

Man frail, 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.) #157 (1786) Topics: Afflictions without rejection; Afflictions without rejection First Line: Our God, our help in ages past Lyrics: 1 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home. 2 Beneath the shadow of thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is thine arm alone, And my defence is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth receiv'd her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. 4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust, Return ye sons of men; All nations rose from earth at first, And turn to earth again. 5 A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising dawn. 6 [The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their lives and cares, Are carried downwards by the flood, And lost in following years. 7 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 8 Like flowery fields the nations stand Pleas'd with the morning light; The flow'rs beneath the mower's hand Lie withering ere 'tis night.] 9 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home. Scripture: Psalm 90:1-5 Languages: English

Man frail, and God eternal

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #157 (1790) Topics: Afflictions without rejection; Afflictions without rejection First Line: Our God, our help in ages past Lyrics: 1 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home. 2 Beneath the shadow of thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is thine arm alone, And my defence is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth receiv'd her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. 4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust, Return ye sons of men; All nations rose from earth at first, And turn to earth again. 5 A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising dawn. 6 [The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their lives and cares, Are carried downwards by the flood, And lost in following years. 7 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 8 Like flowery fields the nations stand Pleas'd with the morning light; The flow'rs beneath the mower's hand Lie withering ere 'tis night. 9 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home. Scripture: Psalm 90:1-5 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) Topics: Afflictions without rejection; Afflictions without rejection 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

Man Mortal, and GOD Eternal

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #166 (1787) Topics: Afflictions without rejection; Afflictions without rejection 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

Man frail, 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.) #167 (1786) Topics: Afflictions without rejection; Afflictions without rejection First Line: Our God, our help in ages past Lyrics: 1 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home. 2 Beneath the shadow of thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is thine arm alone, And my defence is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth receiv'd her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. 4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust, Return ye sons of men; All nations rose from earth at first, And turn to earth again. 5 A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising dawn. 6 [The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their lives and cares, Are carried downwards by the flood, And lost in following years. 7 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 8 Like flowery fields the nations stand Pleas'd with the morning light; The flow'rs beneath the mower's hand Lie withering ere 'tis night.] 9 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home. Scripture: Psalm 90:1-5 Languages: English