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And am I only born to die?

Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #296 (1870) Topics: Frailty of Man; Man frailty of Lyrics: 1 And am I only born to die? And must I suddenly comply With nature’s stern decree? What after death for me remains? Celestial joys, or hellish pains, To all eternity. 2 How then ought I on earth to live, While God prolongs the kind reprieve, And props the house of clay; My sole concern, my single care, To watch, and tremble, and prepare Against the fatal day! 3 No room for mirth or trifling here, For worldly hope, or worldly fear, If life so soon is gone; If now the judge is at the door, And all mankind must stand before The inexorable throne! 4 Nothing is worth a thought beneath, But how I may escape the death That never, never dies! How make mine own election sure; And when I fail on earth, secure A mansion in the skies. 5 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray, Be Thou my guide, be Thou my way To glorious happiness. Ah! write the pardon on my heart; And whensoe’er I hence depart, Let me depart in peace. Languages: English

And must this body die?

Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #476 (1870) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Frailty of Man; Man frailty of Lyrics: 1 And must this body die? This mortal frame decay? And must these active limbs of mine Lie mould'ring in the clay? 2 God, my Redeemer lives, And often, from the skies, Looks down and watches all my dust, Till He shall bid it rise. 3 Array'd in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine, And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face, Look heavenly and divine. 4 These lively hopes we owe To Jesus' dying love; We would adore His grace below, And sing His power above. 5 Dear Lord, accept the praise Of these our humble songs, Till tunes of nobler sound we raise With our immortal tongues. Languages: English

Lord, what is Man, poor feeble Man

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P144b (1766) Topics: Frailty of Man Lyrics: 1 Lord, what is Man, poor feeble Man, Born of the Earth at first? His Life a Shadow, light and vain, Still hasting to the Dust. 2 O what is feeble dying Man, Or any of his Race, That GOD should make it his Concern To visit him with Grace? 3 That GOD who darts his Lightnings down, Who shakes the Worlds above, And Mountains tremble at his Frown, How wond'rous is his Love! Scripture: Psalm 144:3-6 Languages: English

Psalm 144 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.324 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Frailty of man First Line: Lord, what is man, poor feeble man Lyrics: Lord, what is man, poor feeble man, Born of the earth at first? His life a shadow, light and vain, Still hasting to the dust. O what is feeble, dying man, Or any of his race, That God should make it his concern To visit him with grace? That God who darts his lightnings down, Who shakes the worlds above, And mountains tremble at his frown, How wondrous is his love! Scripture: Psalm 144:3-6 Languages: English

Man Mortal and God Eternal: A mournful Song at a Funeral

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #158 (1740) Topics: Frailty of Man First Line: Through every Age, eternal GOD Lyrics: 1 Through every 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. 2 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. 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 Flow'r, Cut down and wither'd in an Hour. 6 [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. 7 But O! how oft thy Wrath appears, And cuts off our expected Years! Thy Wrath awakes our humble Dread; We fear that Pow'r 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

The Vanilty of Man, and Condescension of GOD

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #264b (1740) Topics: Frailty of Man First Line: Lord, what is Man, poor feeble Man Lyrics: 1 Lord, what is Man, poor feeble Man, Born of the Earth at first? His Life a Shadow, light and vain, Still hasting to the Dust. 2 O what is feeble dying Man, Or any of his Race, That GOD should make it his Concern To visit him with Grace? 3 That GOD who darts his Lightnings down, Who shakes the Worlds above, And Mountains tremble at his Frown, How wond'rous is his Love! Scripture: Psalm 144:3-6 Languages: English

Think, mighty GOD, on feeble Man

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P89h (1766) Topics: Frailty of 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

Psalm 89 Last Part

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.189 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Frailty of man First Line: Think, mighty God, on feeble man Lyrics: 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 power to save? 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 turned to clay? Lord, where's thy kindness to the just? Hast thou not promised 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. 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 wondrous love, And each repeat their loud Amen. Scripture: Psalm 89:47-52 Languages: English

Psalm 90

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.190 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Frailty of man 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. Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English

Through every Age, eternal GOD

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P90a (1766) Topics: Frailty of Man Lyrics: 1 Through every 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. 2 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. 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 Flow'r, Cut down and wither'd in an Hour. 6 [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. 7 But O! how oft thy Wrath appears, And cuts off our expected Years! Thy Wrath awakes our humble Dread: We fear that Pow'r 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