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


Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

Words: Is­aac Watts, The Psalms of Da­vid 1719. Life, death and the re­sur­rec­tion.

Music: Ado­ro Te (Barn­by) Jo­seph Barn­by, 1872 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Joseph Barnby (1838–1896)


Think, migh­ty God, on fee­ble man;
How few his hours! how short his span!
Short from the cra­dle to the grave:
Who can se­cure his vi­tal breath
Against the bold de­mands of death,
With skill to fly, or pow­er to save?

Lord, shall it be for ev­er said,
The race of man was on­ly made
For sick­ness, sor­row, and the dust?

Are not Thy ser­vants day by day
Sent to their graves, and turned to clay?
Lord, where’s Thy kind­ness to the just?

Hast Thou not pro­mised to Thy Son
And all His seed a heav’n­ly crown?
But flesh and sense in­dulge des­pair:
For ever bless­èd be the Lord,
That faith can read His ho­ly Word,
And find a re­sur­rect­ion there.

For ever bless­èd be the Lord,
Who gives His saints a long re­ward
For all their toil, re­proach, and pain:
Let all be­low and all above
Join to pro­claim Thy won­drous love,
And each re­peat their loud Amen.