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: Philip Doddridge (1702–1751). Published posthumously in Hymns Founded on Various Texts in the Holy Scriptures, by Job Orton (Shropshire, England: Joshua Eddowes & John Cotton, 1755), number 134:
The possibility of dying this year.
Music: Truro from Psalmodia Evangelica, by Thomas Williams, 1789 (🔊 pdf nwc).
God of my life, Thy constant care,
With blessings crowns each opening year;
This guilty life Thou dost prolong,
And wake anew mine annual song.
How many precious 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 my 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.
Thy children eager to be gone,
Bid time’s impetuous tide roll on,
And land them on that blooming shore,
Where years and death are known no more.