Scripture Verse

Remember how fleeting is my life. For what futility You have created all humanity! Who can live and not see death, or who can escape the power of the grave? Psalm 89:47–48


Edward Miller (1735–1807)
National Portrait Gallery


Words: Is­aac Watts, The Psalms of Da­vid 1719. A fu­ner­al psalm.

Music: Rock­ing­ham (Mill­er) Karl P. E. Bach (1714–1788). Ar­ranged by Ed­ward Mill­er, 1790 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Isaac Watts (1674–1748)


Remember, Lord, our mor­tal state,
How frail our life! how short the date!
Where is the man that draws his breath
Safe from dis­ease, se­cure from death?

Lord, while we see whole na­tions die,
Our flesh and sense re­pine and cry,
“Must death for ev­er rage and reign?
Or hast Thou made man­kind in vain?

Where is Thy pro­mise to the just?
Are not Thy ser­vants turned to dust?

But faith for­bids these mourn­ful sighs,
And sees the sleep­ing dust arise.

That glo­ri­ous hour, that dread­ful day,
Wipes the re­proach of saints away,
And clears the hon­or of Thy Word:
Awake, our souls, and bless the Lord.