Naked came I out of my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return thither: the Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord. Job 1:21
Words: Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book 1, 1707, number 4.
Submission to afflictive providences.
Music: Arlington Thomas A. Arne, 1762. Arranged by Ralph Harrison, 1784 (🔊 pdf nwc).
Naked as from the earth we came,
And crept to life at first;
We to the earth return again,
And mingle with our dust.
The dear delights we here enjoy,
And fondly call our own,
Are but short favors borrowed now
To be repaid anon.
’Tis God that lifts our comforts high,
Or sinks them in the grave;
He gives and (blessèd be His name!)
He takes but what He gave.
Peace, all our angry passions then!
Let each rebellious sigh
Be silent at His sovereign will,
And every murmur die.
If smiling mercy crown our lives,
Its praises shall be spread;
And we’ll adore the justice, too,
That strikes our comforts dead.