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Ye Sons of Men, a Feeble Race

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7772 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. Ye sons of men, a feeble race, Exposed to every snare, Come, make the Lord your dwelling place, And try and trust His care. 2. No ill shall enter where you dwell; Or if the plague come nigh, And sweep the wicked down to hell, ’Twill raise His saints on high. 3. He’ll give His angels charge to keep Your feet in all their ways; To watch your pillow while you sleep, And guard your happy days. 4. Their hands shall bear you, lest you fall And dash against the stones: Are they not servants at His call, And sent t’attend His sons? 5. Adders and lions ye shall tread; The tempter’s wiles defeat; He that hath broke the serpent’s head Puts him beneath your feet. 6. Because on Me they set their love, I’ll save them, saith the Lord; “I’ll bear their joyful souls above Destruction and the sword. 7. “My grace shall answer when they call, In trouble I’ll be nigh; My power shall help them when they fall, And raise them when they die. 8. They that on earth My name have known I’ll honor them in Heav’n; There My salvation shall be shown, And endless live be giv’n. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
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Ye sons of men, a feeble race

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.XCI.II (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 11 Ye sons of men, a feeble race, Expos'd to ev'ry snare, Come make the Lord your dwelling place, And try and trust his care. 12 No ill shall enter where you dwell; Or if the plague come nigh, And sweep the wicked down to hell, 'Twill raise the saints on high. 13 He'll give his angels charge to keep Your feet in all their ways; To watch your pillow while you sleep, And guard your happy days. 14 Their hands shall bear you lest you fall And dash against the stones; Are they not servants at his call, And sent t'attend his sons? 15 Adders and lions ye shall tread; The tempter's wiles defeat" He that hath bruis'd the serpent's head Puts him beneath your feet. 16 "Because on me they set their love, I'll save them saith the Lord: I'll bear their joyful souls above, Destruction and the sword. 17 My grace shall answer when they call, In trouble I'll be nigh; My pow'r shall help them when they fall, And raise them when they die. 18 Those that on earth my name have known, I'll honour them in heav'n; There my salvation shall be shown, And endless life be giv'n." Topics: Protection from Death, Guard of Angels, Victory and Deliverance Scripture: Psalm 91:11-16 Languages: English
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Ye Sons of Men, a feeble Race

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P91b (1766) Lyrics: 1 Ye Sons of Men, a feeble Race, Expos'd to evrry Snare; Come, make the Lord your Dwelling-place, And try and trust his Care. 2 No Ill shall enter where you dwell; Or if the Plague come nigh, And sweep the Wicked down to Hell, 'Twill raise his Saints on high. 3 He'll give his Angels Charge to keep Your Feet in all their Ways; To watch your Pillow while you sleep, And Guard your happy Days. 4 Their Hands shall bear you, lest you fall And dash against the Stones: Are they not Servants at his Call, And sent t' attend his Sons? 5 Adders and Lions ye shall tread; The Tempter's Wiles defeat; He that hath broke the Serpent's Head Puts him beneath your Feet. 6 "Because on me they set their Love, "I'll save them (saith the Lord) "I'll bear their joyful Soul above "Destruction and the Sword. 7 "My Grace shall answer when they call; "In trouble I'll be nigh: "My Pow'r shall help 'em when they fall, "And raise them when they die. 8 "Those that on Earth my Name have known, "I'll honour them in Heav'n; "There my Salvation shall be shown, "And endless Life be giv'n." Topics: Angels guardian; Pestilence preservation in it Scripture: Psalm 91:9-16 Languages: English
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Ye sons of men, a feeble race

Hymnal: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #196 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Ye sons of men, a feeble race, Expos'd to every snare, Come, make the Lord your dwelling place, And try and trust his care. 2 No ill shall enter where you dwell, Or if the plague come nigh, And sweep the wicked down to hell, 'Twill raise his saints on high. 3 He'll give his angels charge to keep Your feet in all their ways; To watch your pillow while you sleep, And guard your happy days. 4 Their hands shall bear you, lest you fall, And dash against the stones: Are they not servants at his call, And sent t' attend his sons? 5 Adders and lions ye shall tread; The tempter's wiles defeat; He that hath broke the serpent's head, Puts him beneath your feet. 6 'Because on me they set their love, 'I'll save them,' saith the Lord, 'I'll bear their joyful souls above 'Destruction and the sword. 7 'My grace shall answer when they call; 'In trouble I'll be nigh: 'My pow'r shall help them when they fall, 'And raise them when they die. 8 'Those that on earth my name have known 'I'll honor them in heav'n; 'There my salvation shall be shown, 'And endless life be giv'n.' Scripture: Psalm 91:9-16 Languages: English
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Ye sons of men, a feeble race

Hymnal: Spiritual Songs for Social Worship #256 (1834) Tune Title: YE SONS OF MEN
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Ye sons of men, a feeble race

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #628 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: Ye sons of men, a feeble race, Exposed to every snare, Come, make the Lord your dwelling-place, And try and trust his care. No ill shall enter where you dwell; Or if the plague come nigh, And sweep the wicked down to hell, 'Twill raise his saints on high. He'll give his angels charge to keep Your feet in all their ways; To watch your pillow while you sleep, And guard your happy days. Their hands shall bear you, lest you fall And dash against the stones: Are they not servants at his call, And sent t' attend his sons? Adders and lions ye shall tread; The tempter's wiles defeat; He that hath broke the serpent's head Puts him beneath your feet. "Because on me they set their love, I'll save them," saith the Lord; "I'll bear their joyful souls above Destruction and the sword. "My grace shall answer when they call, In trouble I'll be nigh; My power shall help them when they fall, And raise them when they die. "Those that on earth my name have known I'll honor them in heav'n; There my salvation shall be shown, And endless life be giv'n." Scripture: Psalm 91:9-16 Languages: English
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Ye sons of men, a feeble race

Hymnal: Musica Sacra #19 (1819) Languages: English
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Ye sons of men, a feeble race

Hymnal: Church Psalmody #80 (1845) Languages: English
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Ye sons of men, a feeble race

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Public Worship, and Approved by the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the United States of America #P91b (1830)
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Ye sons of men, a feeble race

Hymnal: Church Psalmody #P91.2 (1831) Languages: English

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