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Thro' every age, eternal God

Hymnal: The New Harmonia Sacra #66a (1915) Languages: English Tune Title: AMANDA

Through ev'ry age, eternal God

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Sacred Harp #142 (1991) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Languages: English Tune Title: STRATFIELD
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God's Eternity

Author: Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns and Spiritual Songs #154 (1875) First Line: Through every age, eternal God Topics: Death; God Eternity; Life Solemnity of Scripture: Psalm 89 Tune Title: GERMANY
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Man mortal and God eternal

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XCa (1780) First Line: Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God Lyrics: 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 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 time! 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 the 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
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Man mortal, and God eternal: A mournful Song at a Funeral

Hymnal: Psalms #90a (1793) First Line: Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God Lyrics: 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. Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English
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Man mortal, and God eternal

Hymnal: Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America #181 (1791) First Line: Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God Lyrics: 1 Thro' ev'ry 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 had'st thou reign'd ere 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 sev'nty 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 power 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
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Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns & Psalms #5 (1808) Languages: English
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Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God

Hymnal: Songs for All #103c (1882) Languages: English Tune Title: ODESSA

HERMON

Hymnal: The Social Harp #70 (1973) First Line: Through ev'ry age, eternal God Tune Title: HERMON
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A mournful song at a funeral

Hymnal: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #190 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God! Lyrics: 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 hadst thou reign'd ere time began, Or dust was fashion'd into 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 the 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

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