v.47ff <br />L. M. <br />Mortality and hope. A funeral psalm. <br /> <br />Remember, Lord, our mortal state, <br />How frail our life! how short the date! <br />Where is the man that draws his breath <br />Safe from disease, secure from death'? <br /> <br />Lord, while we see whole nations die, <br />Our flesh and sense repine and cry, <br />"Must death for ever rage and reign? <br />Or hast thou made mankind in vain? <br /> <br />"Where is thy promise to the just? <br />Are not thy servants turned to dust?" <br />But faith forbids these mournful sighs, <br />And sees the sleeping dust arise. <br /> <br />That glorious hour, that dreadful day, <br />Wipes the reproach of saints away, <br />And clears the honor of thy word: <br />Awake, our souls, and bless the Lord.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-89-part-6/
