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The Sinner's Portion and Saint's Hope; or, the Heaven of separate Souls, and the Resurection

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #XVIIb (1785) Hymnal Title: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David First Line: Lord, I am thine; but thou wilt prove Lyrics: 1 Lord, I am thine: but thy wilt prove My faith my patience and my love; When men of spite against me join, They are the sword, the hand is thine. 2 Their hope and portion lie below; ’Tis all the happiness they know, ’Tis all they seek; they take their shares, And leave the rest among their heirs. 3 What sinners value, I resign; Lord, ’tis enough that thou art mine: I shall behold thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness. 4 This life’s a dream, an empty show; But the bright world, to which I go, Hath joys substantial and sincere; When shall I wake and find me there? 5 O glorious hour! O blest abode! I shall be nea,r and like my God; And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of the soul. 6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, Till the last trumpet’s joyful sound: Then burst the chains with sweet surprise And in my Saviour’s image rise. Scripture: Psalm 17 Languages: English

Lord, I am thine: but thou wilt prove

Hymnal: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #36 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David Lyrics: 1 Lord, I am thine: but thy wilt prove My faith, my patience, and my love; When men of spite against me join, They are the sword, the hand is thine. 2 Their hope and portion lie below; ’Tis all the happiness they know, ’Tis all they seek: they take their shares, And leave the rest among their heirs, 3 What sinners value, I resign; Lord, ’tis enough that thou art mine: I shall behold thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness. 4 His life’s a dream, an empty show; But the bright world to which I go, Hath joys substantial and sincere: When shall I wake and find me there? 5 O glorious hour! O blest abode! I shall be near and like my God! And flesh and sin no more controul The sacred pleasures of the soul. 6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, Till the last trumpet’s joyful sound; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Savior’s image rise. Scripture: Psalm 17 Languages: English