Youth and Judgment II

Lo! the young tribes of Adam rise,
And through all nature rove
Fulfil the wishes of their eyes,
And taste the joys they love.

They give a loose to wild desires;
But let the sinners know
The strict account that God requires
Of all the works they do.

The Judge prepares his throne on high,
The frighted earth and seas
Avoid the fury of his eye,
And flee before his face.

How shall I bear that dreadful day,
And stand the fiery test?
I give all mortal joys away,
To be for ever blessed.

Isaac Watts

Eccl. 11:9

Youth and Judgment

Youth and Judgment Ye sons of Adam, vain and young,Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongue,Taste the delights your souls desire,And give a loose to all your fire; Pursue the pleasures you design,And cheer your hearts with songs and wine;Enjoy the day of mirth, but knowThere is a day of judgment

With God Is Terrible Majesty

With God Is Terrible Majesty Terrible God, that reign’st on high,How awful is thy thund’ring hand!Thy fiery bolts, how fierce they fly!Nor can all earth or hell withstand. This the old rebel angels knew,And Satan fell beneath thy frown;Thine arrows struck the traitor through,And weighty vengeance sunk him down. This

With Glory Clad, With Strength Arrayed

With Glory Clad, With Strength Arrayed With glory clad, with strength arrayed,The Lord, that o’er all nature reigns, With glory clad, with strength arrayed,The Lord, that o’er all nature reigns,The world’s foundations strongly laid,And the vast fabric still sustains. How sure established is thy throne,Which shall no change or period

Triumph Over Death

Triumph Over Death Great God, I own thy sentence just,And nature must decay;I yield my body to the dust,To dwell with fellow clay. Yet faith may triumph o’er the grave,And trample on the tombsMy Jesus , my Redeemer, lives;My God, my Savior, comes. The mighty Conqueror shall appearHigh on a

The Sight of God and Christ in Heaven

The Sight of God and Christ in Heaven Descend from heav’n, immortal Dove,Stoop down and take us on thy wings,And mount and bear us far aboveThe reach of these inferior things: Beyond, beyond this lower sky,Up where eternal ages roll;Where solid pleasures never die,And fruits immortal feast the soul. O

The Rich Sinner Dying

The Rich Sinner Dying In vain the wealthy mortals toil,And heap their shining dust in vain,Look down and scorn the humble poor,And boast their lofty hills of gain. Their golden cordials cannot easeTheir pained hearts or aching heads,Nor fright nor bribe approaching deathFrom glitt’ring roofs and downy beds. The ling’ring,

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