
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #157 (1740) Topics: Christ God and man; Frailty of Man; Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of Man as mortal First Line: Think, mighty GOD, on feeble Man Lyrics: 1 Think, mighty GOD, on feeble Man;
How few his Hours! how short his Span!
Short from the Cradle to the Grave'
Who can secure his vital Breath
Against the bold Demands of Death,
With Skill to fly, or Pow'r to save?
2 Lord, shall it be for ever said,
"The Race of Man was only made
"For Sickness, Sorrow, and the dust!"
Are not thy Servants, Day by Day,
Sent to their Graves, and turn'd to Clay?
Lord, where's thy Kindness to the Just?
3 Has thou not promis'd to thy Son
And all his Seed a heav'nly Crown?
But Flesh and Sense indulge Despair;
For ever blessed be the Lord,
That Faith can read his holy Word,
And find a Resurrection there.
4 For ever blessed be the Lord,
Who gives his Saints a long Reward
For all their Toil, Reproach and Pain;
Let all below, and all above,
Join to proclaim thy wond'rous Love,
And each repeat their loud Amen. Scripture: Psalm 89:47-52 Languages: English
Life, Death, and the Resurrection