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==General information== | ==General information== | ||
This is an hymn by [[Isaac Watts]], his Hymn 5 of Book 1, published 1706, entitled ''Submission to afflictive providences'', based on Job 1:21. | |||
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==Text and translations== | ==Text and translations== | ||
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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. | |||
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'Tis God that lifts our comforts high, | |||
Or sinks them in the grave; | |||
He gives, and, blessed 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.}} | |||
==External links == | ==External links == |
Revision as of 05:12, 4 December 2015
General information
This is an hymn by Isaac Watts, his Hymn 5 of Book 1, published 1706, entitled Submission to afflictive providences, based on Job 1:21.
Settings by composers
- Samuel Babcock — Wilmington English SATB
- Daniel Belknap — Dover English SATB
- Samuel Holyoke — Submission English STB
Text and translations
English text
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, blessed 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.
External links
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