Psalm 89:7. 6th Part [Remember, Lord, Our Mortal State]
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Psalm 89:7. 47 etc. Sixth Part
Mortality and hope.
A funeral psalm.
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 turn’d 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 honour of thy word;
Awake our souls, and bless the Lord.