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A prayer of the afflicted

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #187 (1787) Topics: God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace, To hear when sinners cry? 2 My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke, And sinking in despair. 3 My spirits flag like withering grass Burnt with excessive heat: In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely building’s top, The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. 5 My soul is like a wilderness Where beasts of midnight howl; Where the sad raven finds her place, And where the screaming owl. 6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread, like ashes grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; And life’s declining light Grows faint as evening-shadows are, That vanish into night. 10 But thou forever art the same, O my eternal God; Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face, Nor will my Lord delay, Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways, Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:1-13 Languages: English

Prayer heard, and Zion restored

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.) #188 (1786) Topics: God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity First Line: Let Zion, and her sons rejoice Lyrics: 1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice, Behold the promis'd hour: Her Gos hath heard her mourning voice, And comes t' exalt his power. 2 Her dust and ruins that remain, Are precious in our eyes; Those ruins shall be built again, And all that dust shall rise. 3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem, And stand in glory there; Nations shall bow before his name, And kings attend with fear. 4 He sits a sovereign on his throne, With pity in his eyes: He hears the dying prisoners' groan, And sees their sighs arise. 5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death, And when his saints complain, It shan't be said, "That praying breath "Was ever spent in vain." 6 This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record; That ages yet unborn may read, And trust, and praise the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 102:13-21 Languages: English

Prayer heard, and Zion restored

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #188 (1787) Topics: God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; God Eternal and Man mortal; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity First Line: Let Zion, and her sons rejoice Lyrics: 1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice, Behold the promis'd hour: Her Gos hath heard her mourning voice, And comes t' exalt his power. 2 Her dust and ruins that remain, Are precious in our eyes; Those ruins shall be built again, And all that dust shall rise. 3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem, And stand in glory there; Nations shall bow before his name, And kings attend with fear. 4 He sits a sovereign on his throne, With pity in his eyes: He hears the dying prisoners' groan, And sees their sighs arise. 5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death, And when his saints complain, It shan't be said, "That praying breath "Was ever spent in vain." 6 This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record; That ages yet unborn may read, And trust, and praise the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 102:13-21 Languages: English

Psalm 90

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.194 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; God eternal, and man mortal; Mortality and God's eternity First Line: Lord, what a feeble piece Lyrics: Lord, what a feeble piece Is this our mortal frame! Our life how poor a trifle 'tis, That scarce deserves the name! Alas, the brittle clay That built our body first! And every month, and every day, 'Tis mould'ring back to dust. Our moments fly apace, Nor will our minutes stay; Just like a flood, our hasty days Are sweeping us away. Well, if our days must fly, We'll keep their end in sight; We'll spend them all in wisdom's way, And let them speed their flight. They'll waft us sooner o'er This life's tempestuous sea; Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore Of blest eternity. Scripture: Psalm 90:5 Languages: English

Psalm 90

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.190 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; God eternal, and man mortal; Mortality and God's eternity 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

Psalm 90 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.191 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; God eternal, and man mortal; Mortality and God's eternity First Line: Our God, our help in ages past Lyrics: Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home. Under the shadow of thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is thine arm alone, And our defence is sure. Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. Thy word commands our flesh to dust, "Return, ye sons of men:" All nations rose from earth at first, And turn to earth again. A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. [The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their lives and cares, Are carried downwards by the flood, And lost in following years. Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the op'ning day. Like flowery fields the nations stand Pleased with the morning light; The flowers beneath the mower's hand Lie with'ring ere 'tis night.] Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home. Scripture: Psalm 90:1-5 Languages: English

Psalm 90 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.192 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; God eternal, and man mortal; Mortality and God's eternity First Line: Lord, if thine eye surveys our faults Lyrics: Lord, if thine eye surveys our faults, And justice grows severe, Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts, And burns beyond our fear. Thine anger turns our frame to dust; By one offence to thee Adam with all his sons have lost Their immortality. Life, like a vain amusement, flies, A fable or a song; By swift degrees our nature dies, Nor can our joys be long. 'Tis but a few whose days amount To threescore years and ten; And all beyond that short account Is sorrow, toil, and pain. [Our vitals with laborious strife Bear up the crazy load, And drag those poor remains of life Along the tiresome road.] Almighty God, reveal thy love, And not thy wrath alone; O let our sweet experience prove The mercies of thy throne! Our souls would learn the heav'nly art T' improve the hours we have, That we may act the wiser part, And live beyond the grave. Scripture: Psalm 90:8-12 Languages: English

Psalm 90 Part 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.193 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; God eternal, and man mortal; Mortality and God's eternity First Line: Return, O God of love, return Lyrics: Return, O God of love, return; Earth is a tiresome place: How long shall we, thy children, mourn Our absence from thy face? Let heav'n succeed our painful years, Let sin and sorrow cease, And in proportion to our tears So make our joys increase. Thy wonders to thy servants show, Make thy own work complete; Then shall our souls thy glory know, And own thy love was great. Then shall we shine before thy throne In all thy beauty, Lord; And the poor service we have done Meet a Divine reward. Scripture: Psalm 90:13-17 Languages: English

Return, O God of love, return

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #394 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; God eternal, and man mortal; Mortality and God's eternity Lyrics: Return, O God of love, return; Earth is a tiresome place: How long shall we, thy children, mourn Our absence from thy face? Let heav'n succeed our painful years, Let sin and sorrow cease, And in proportion to our tears So make our joys increase. Thy wonders to thy servants show, Make thy own work complete; Then shall our souls thy glory know, And own thy love was great. Then shall we shine before thy throne In all thy beauty, Lord; And the poor service we have done Meet a Divine reward. Scripture: Psalm 90:13-17 Languages: English

Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches

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.) #84b (1786) Topics: Mortality of man; Mortality of man First Line: Why doth the man of riches grow Lyrics: 1 Why doth the man of riches grow To insolence and pride, To see his wealth and honours flow With every rising tide. 2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn, Made of the self-same clay, And boast as though his flesh was born Of better dust than they?] 3 Not all his treasures can procure His soul a short reprieve, Redeem from death one guilty hour, Or make his brother live. 4 Eternal life can ne'er be sold, The ransom is too high; Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold, That man may never die. 5 He sees the brutish and the wise, The timorous and the brave, Quit their possessions, close their eyes, And hasten to the grave. 6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride, "My house shall ever stand; "And that my name may long abide, "I'll give it to my land." 7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost, How soon his memory dies! His name is written in the dust, Where his own body lies. Pause. 8 This is the folly of their way And yet their sons as vain Approve the words their fathers say, And act their works again. 9 Men void of wisdom and of grace, Tho' honour raise them high, Live like the beast, a thoughtless race, And like the beast they die. 10 [Laid in the grave like silly sheep, Death triumphs o'er them there, Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep, And wakes them in despair.] Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English