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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413029" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm 89 last part</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">v.47ff <br>8,8,8,8,8,8<br>Life, death, and the resurrection.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Think, mighty God, on feeble man;<br>How few his hours! how short his span!<br>Short from the cradle to the grave<br>Who can secure his vital breath<br>Against the bold demands of death,<br>With skill to fly, or power to save?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, shall it be for ever said,<br>&quot;The race of man was only made<br>For sickness, sorrow, and the dust?&quot;<br>Are not thy servants day by day<br>Sent to their graves, and turned to clay?<br>Lord, where's thy kindness to the just?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hast thou not promised to thy Son<br>And all his seed a heav'nly crown?<br>But flesh and sense indulge despair:<br>For ever blessed be the Lord,<br>That faith can read his holy word,<br>And find a resurrection there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For ever blessed be the Lord,<br>Who gives his saints a long reward<br>For all their toil, reproach, and pain:<br>Let all below and all above<br>Join to proclaim thy wondrous love,<br>And each repeat their loud Amen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a><div class=q>
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Life, death, and the resurrection.

Think, mighty God, on feeble man;
How few his hours! how short his span!
Short from the cradle to the grave
Who can secure his vital breath
Against the bold demands of death,
With skill to fl..."></div>
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