| Song | God Of My Life Look Gently Down |
| Album | Popular Hymns By Isaac Watts |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
| Writer | Isaac Watts |
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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;
Ill Not Attempt A Murmuring Word
Against Thy Chastening 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 Powers Can Neer Withstand,
And All Our Beauty’s Lost.
This Mortal Life Decays Apace,
How Soon The Bubbles Broke!
Adam And All His Numerous Race
Are Vanity And Smoke.
I’m But A Sojourner Below,
As All My Fathers Were;
May I Be Well Prepared To Go,
When I The Summons Hear.
But If My Life Be Spared Awhile,
Before My Last Remove,
Thy Praise Shall Be My Business Still,
And Ill Declare Thy Love.
