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Through Every Age, Eternal God

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #6523 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. 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. 2. 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. 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. 5. 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. 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 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. Languages: English Tune Title: AMANDA

Through every Age, eternal GOD

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P90a (1766) Lyrics: 1 Through every 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 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 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 that 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. Topics: Death the effect of sin; Frailty of Man; Funeral psalm; God Eternal and Man mortal; Life and Riches short and feeble; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; Saints Reward at last Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English

Through every age, eternal God

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #648 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 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

Through every age, eternal God

Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Original and Selected, for the Use of Christians. (5th ed.) #P25 (1838) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: A pathetic and mournful song at a funeral; Man mortal, and God eternal Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English

Man Mortal and God Eternal: A mournful Song at a Funeral

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #158 (1740) First Line: Through every Age, eternal GOD Lyrics: 1 Through every 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 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 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 that 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. Topics: Death the effect of sin; Frailty of Man; Funeral psalm; God Eternal and Man mortal; Life and Riches short and feeble; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; Saints Reward at last Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English