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Hymn #781: God Of My Life, Look Gently Down

Hymn #780 Hymn #782


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781 (C.M.) Isaac Watts

God of my life, look gently down,

Behold the pains I feel;

But I am dumb before Thy throne,

Nor dare dispute Thy will.

Diseases are Thy servants, Lord,

They come at Thy command;

I'll not attempt a murm'ring word

Against Thy chast'ning hand.

Yet I may plead with humble cries:

Remove Thy sharp rebukes;

My strength consumes, my spirit dies,

Through Thy repeated strokes.

Crushed as a moth beneath Thy hand,

We molder to the dust;

Our feeble pow'rs can ne'er withstand,

And all our beauty's lost.

I'm but a stranger here below,

As all my fathers were;

May I be well-prepared to go

When I the summons hear.

And if my life be spared awhile,

Before my last remove,

Thy praise shall be my business still,

And I'll declare Thy love.

Hymn #780 Hymn #782