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

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

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

Joseph Barnby


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.