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Now in the heat of youthful blood

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #592 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Vanity of man as mortal Lyrics: Now in the heat of youthful blood Remember your Creator God: Behold, the months come hast'ning on, When you shall say, "My joys are gone!" Behold, the aged sinner goes, Laden with guilt and heavy woes, Down to the regions of the dead, With endless curses on his head. The dust returns to dust again; The soul, in agonies of pain, Ascends to God, not there to dwell, But hears her doom, and sinks to hell. Eternal King! I fear thy name; Teach me to know how frail I am; And when my soul must hence remove, Give me a mansion in thy love. Scripture: Ecclesiastes 12:1 Languages: English
Now in the heat of youthful blood
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Happy the city, where their sons

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #605 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Vanity of man as mortal Lyrics: Happy the city where their sons, Like pillars round a palace set, And daughters, bright as polished stones, Give strength and beauty to the state. Happy the country where the sheep, Cattle, and corn, have large increase; Where men securely work or sleep, Nor sons of plunder break the peace. Happy the nation thus endowed, But more divinely blest are those On whom the all-sufficient God Himself with all his grace bestows. Scripture: Psalm 144:12-15 Languages: English
Happy the city, where their sons
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Psalm 144 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.323 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Vanity of man as mortal First Line: For ever blessed be the Lord Lyrics: For ever blessed be the Lord, My Savior and my shield; He sends his Spirit with his word, To arm me for the field. When sin and hell their force unite, He makes my soul his care, Instructs me to the heav'nly fight, And guards me through the war. A friend and helper so divine Does my weak courage raise; He makes the glorious vict'ry mine, And his shall be the praise. Scripture: Psalm 144:1-2 Languages: English
Psalm 144 Part 1
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Teach me the Measure of my Days

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P39b (1766) Topics: Vanity of Man as mortal Lyrics: 1 Teach me the Measure of my Days, Thou Maker of my Frame; I would survey Life's narrow Space, And learn how frail I am. 2 A Span is all that we can boast, An Inch or two of Time; Man is but Vanity and Dust; In all his Flow'r and Prime. 3 See the vain Race of Mortals move Like Shadows o'er the Plain; They rage and strive, desire and love, But all the Noise is vain. 4 Some walk in Honour's gaudy Show, Some dig for golden Ore, They toil for Heirs they know not who, And strait are seen no more. 5 What should I wish or wait for then From Creatures, Earth and Dust? They make our Expectations vain, And disappoint our Trust. 6 Now I forbid my carnal Hope, My fond Desires recal; I give my mortal Int'rest up, And make my GOD my All. Scripture: Psalm 39:4-7 Languages: English
Teach me the Measure of my Days
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God of my Life, look gently down

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P39c (1766) Topics: Vanity of Man as mortal 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 murm'ring Word, Against thy chast'ning 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 Pow'rs can ne'er withstand, And all our Beauty's lost. 5 [This mortal Life decays apace, How soon the Bubble's broke! Adam and all his num'rous Race Are Vanity and Smoke.] 6 I'm but a Sojourner below, As all my Fathers were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the Summons hear! 7 But if my Life be spar'd a while, Before my last Remove, Thy Praise shall be my Business still, And Ill declare thy Love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English
God of my Life, look gently down
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Sick-bed Devotion or, Pleading without Repining

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #72b (1740) Topics: 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 murm'ring Word, Against thy chast'ning 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 Pow'rs can ne'er withstand, And all our Beauty's lost. 5 [This mortal Life decays apace, How soon the Bubble's broke! Adam and all his num'rous Race Are Vanity and Smoke.] 6 I'm but a Sojourner below, As all my Fathers were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the Summons hear! 7 But if my Life be spar'd 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
Sick-bed Devotion or, Pleading without Repining
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For ever blessed be the Lord

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #359 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Vanity of man as mortal Lyrics: For ever blessed be the Lord, My Savior and my shield; He sends his Spirit with his word, To arm me for the field. When sin and hell their force unite, He makes my soul his care, Instructs me to the heav'nly fight, And guards me through the war. A friend and helper so divine Does my weak courage raise; He makes the glorious vict'ry mine, And his shall be the praise. Scripture: Psalm 144:1-2 Languages: English
For ever blessed be the Lord
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Teach me the measure of my days

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.XXXIX.II (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Vanity of Man as Mortal Lyrics: 5 Teach me the measure of my days, Thou Maker of my frame; I would survey life's narrow space, And learn how frail I am. 6 A span is all that we can boast, An inch or two of time; Man is but vanity and dust In all his flow'r and prime. 7 See the vain race of mortals move Like shadows o'er the plain; They rage and strive, desire and love, But all the noise is vain. 8 Some walk in honour's gaudy show, Some dig for golden ore; They toil for heirs they know not who, And straight are seen no more. 9 What should I wish or wait for then From creatures, earth and dust? They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust. 10 Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond desires recall; I give my mortal int'rest up, And make my God my all. Scripture: Psalm 39:5-10 Languages: English
Teach me the measure of my days
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Teach me the measure of my days

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #702 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Vanity of Man as Mortal Lyrics: 1 Teach me the measure of my days, Thou Maker of my frame! I would survey life's narrow space, And learn how frail I am. 2 A span is all that we can boast; An fleeting hour of time; Man is but vanity and dust In all his flow'r and prime. 3 See the vain race of mortals move, Like shadows o'er the plain: They rage and strive, desire and love, But all the noise is vain. 4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show; Some dig for golden ore; They toil for heirs they know not who, And straight are seen no more. 5 What should I wish or wait for then, From creatures, earth and dust? They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust. 6 Now I resign my earthly hope, My fond desires recall; I give my mortal int'rest up, And make my God my all.
Teach me the measure of my days
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Lord, what is Man, poor feeble Man

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P144b (1766) Topics: Vanity of Man as mortal 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
Lord, what is Man, poor feeble Man

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