Then said the prophet Jeremiah unto Hananiah the prophet, Jeremiah 28:15–17
Hear now, Hananiah; The Lord hath not sent thee; but thou makest this people to trust in a lie. Therefore thus saith the Lord; So Hananiah the prophet died the same year in the seventh month.
Behold, I will cast thee from off the face of the earth: this year thou shalt die, because thou hast taught rebellion against the Lord.
Words: A cento from God of My Life, Thy Constant Care, by Philip Doddridge (1702–1751). This version first appeared in Selection of Psalms and Hymns for Public and Private Use, by Thomas Cotterill, 1810.
How many kindred souls are fled
To the vast regions of the dead,
Since from this day the changing sun
Through his last yearly period run!
We yet survive; but who can say,
Or through the year, or month or day,
I will retain this vital breath;
Thus far at least in league with death?
That breath is Thine, eternal God,
’This Thine to fix the soul’s abode;
It holds its life from Thee alone,
On earth, or in the world unknown.
To Thee our spirits we resign,
Make them and own them, still as Thine;
So shall they smile, secure from fear,
Though death should blast the rising year.