Psalms ‎#90a

90a. Man mortal, and God eternal: A mournful Song at a Funeral

1 Thro' ev'ry 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.

2 Long had'st thou reign'd ere time began,
Or dust was fashion'd into 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 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 pow'r that strikes us dead.

8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man;
And kindly lengthen out the span,
'Till a wise care of piety
Fit us to die, and dwell with thee.

Text Information

• First Line: Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God
• Title: Man mortal, and God eternal: A mournful Song at a Funeral
• Meter: Long Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793
• Scripture:
  Psalm 90

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