Hymn 2:19 [Let Others Boast How Strong They Be]

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Title:     Hymn 2:19 [Let Others Boast How Strong They Be]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Our frail bodies, and God our preserver.

Let others boast how strong they be,
Nor death, nor danger fear;
But we'll confess, O Lord, to thee,
What feeble things we are.

Fresh as the grass our bodies stand,
And flourish bright and gay,
A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land,
And fades the grass away.

Our life contains a thousand springs,
And dies if one be gone;
Strange! that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long.

But 'tis our God supports our frame,
The God that built us first;
Salvation to th' Almighty Name,
That rear'd us from the dust.

[He spoke, and straight our hearts and brains
In all their motions rose;
"Let blood, (said he) flow round the veins,"
And round the veins it flows.

While we have breath, or use our tongues,
Our Maker we'll adore;
His Spirit moves our heaving lungs
Or they would breathe no more.]

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:19 [Let Others Boast How Strong They Be]

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