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Watchfulness over the Tongue; or Prudence and Zeal

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #70a (1790) Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal; Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal First Line: Thus I resolv'd before the Lord Lyrics: 1 Thus I resolv'd before the Lord, "Now will I watch my tongue, "Lest I let slip one sinful word, "Or do my neighbour wrong." 2 Whene'er constrain'd a while to stay With men of lives profane, I'll set a double guard that day, Nor let my talk be vain. 3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak The pious thoughts I feel, Lest scoffers should th' occasion take To mock my holy zeal. 4 Yet if some proper hour appear, I'll not be over-aw'd, But let the scoffing sinners hear That we can speak for God. Scripture: Psalm 39:1-3 Languages: English
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Sick-Bed Devotion; or pleading without repining

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.) #71 (1786) Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal; Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal First Line: God of my life, look gently down Lyrics: 1 God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. 2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command; I'll not attempt a murmuring word, Against thy chastening hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes. 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. 5 I'm but a stranger here below, As all my fathers were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the summons hear! 6 But if my life be spared a while Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English
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Sick-Bed Devotion; or pleading without Repining

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #71 (1790) Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal; Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal First Line: God of my life, look gently down Lyrics: 1 God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. 2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command; I'll not attempt a murmuring word, Against thy chastening hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes. 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. 5 I'm but a stranger here below, As all my fathers were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the summons hear! 6 But if my life be spared a while Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English
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Watchfulness over the Tongue; or Prudence and Zeal

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.) #76a (1786) Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal; Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal First Line: Thus I resolv'd before the Lord Lyrics: 1 Thus I resolv'd before the Lord, "Now will I watch my tongue, "Lest I let slip one sinful word, "Or do my neighbour wrong." 2 Whene'er constrain'd a while to stay With men of lives profane, I'll set a double guard that day, Nor let my talk be vain. 3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak The pious thoughts I feel, Lest scoffers should th' occasion take To mock my holy zeal. 4 Yet if some proper hour appear, I'll not be over-aw'd, But let the scoffing sinners hear That we can speak for God. Scripture: Psalm 39:1-3 Languages: English
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Watchfulness over the Tongue; or Prudence and Zeal

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #76a (1787) Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal; Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal First Line: Thus I resolv'd before the Lord Lyrics: 1 Thus I resolv'd before the Lord, "Now will I watch my tongue, "Lest I let slip one sinful word, "Or do my neighbour wrong." 2 Whene'er constrain'd a while to stay With men of lives profane, I'll set a double guard that day, Nor let my talk be vain. 3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak The pious thoughts I feel, Lest scoffers should th' occasion take To mock my holy zeal. 4 Yet if some proper hour appear, I'll not be over-aw'd, But let the scoffing sinners hear That we can speak for God. Scripture: Psalm 39:1-3 Languages: English
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Sick-Bed Devotion; or pleading without repining

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.) #77 (1786) Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal; Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal First Line: God of my life, look gently down Lyrics: 1 God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. 2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command; I'll not attempt a murmuring word, Against thy chastening hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes. 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. 5 I'm but a stranger here below, As all my fathers were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the summons hear! 6 But if my life be spared a while, Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English
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Sick-Bed Devotion; or pleading without repining

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #77 (1787) Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal; Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal First Line: God of my life, look gently down Lyrics: 1 God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. 2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command; I'll not attempt a murmuring word, Against thy chastening hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes. 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. 5 I'm but a stranger here below, As all my fathers were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the summons hear! 6 But if my life be spared a while Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English
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Death and Resurrection

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.) #85 (1786) Topics: Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity; Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity First Line: Ye sons of pride, that hate the just Lyrics: 1 Ye sons of pride, that hate the just, And trample on the poor, When death has brought you down to dust Your pomp shall rise no more. 2 The last great day shall change the scene; When will that hour appear? When shall the just revive, and reign O'er all that scorn'd them here? 3 God will my naked soul receive, Call'd from the world away, And break the prison of the grave, To raise my mouldering clay. 4 Heaven is my everlasting home, Th' inheritance is sure; Let men of pride their rage resume, But I'll repine no more. Scripture: Psalm 49:14-15 Languages: English
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Death and Resurrection

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #85 (1790) Topics: Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity; Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity First Line: Ye sons of pride, that hate the just Lyrics: 1 Ye sons of pride, that hate the just, And trample on the poor, When death has brought you down to dust Your pomp shall raise no more. 2 The last great day shall change the scene; When will that hour appear? When shall the just revive, and reign O'er all that scorn'd them here? 3 God will my naked soul receive, Call'd from the world away, And break the prison of the grave, To raise my mouldering clay. 4 Heaven is my everlasting home, Th' inheritance is sure; Let men of pride their rage resume, But I'll repine no more. Scripture: Psalm 49:14-15 Languages: English
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The rich sinner's Death, and the Saint's Resurrection

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #85a (1790) Topics: Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity; Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity First Line: Why do the proud insult the poor Lyrics: 1 Why do the proud insult the poor, And boast the large estates they have! How vain are riches to secure Their haughty owners from the grave! 2 They can’t redeem one hour from death With all the wealth in which they trust; Nor give a dying brother breath, When God commands him down to dust. 3 There the dark earth and dismal shade Shall clasp their naked bodies round; That flesh so delicately fed Lies could, and moulders in the ground. 4 Like thoughtless sheep the sinner dies, And leaves his glories in the tomb; The saints shall in the morning rise, And find the oppressor's awful doom. 5 His honours perish in the dust, And pomp and beauty, birth and blood; That glorious day exalts the just To full dominion o’er the proud. 6 My Saviour shall my life restore, And raise me from my dark abode; My flesh and soul shall part no more, But dwell forever near my God. Scripture: Psalm 49 Languages: English

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