A Pocket Hymn Book ‎#VIII

VIII. Thee we adore, eternal name

1 Thee we adore, eternal name,
And humbly own to thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms we be!

2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As days and months increase;
And ev'ry beating pulse we tell,
Leaves but the number less.

3 The year rolls round and steals away,
The breath that first it gave:
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We're trav'ling to the grave.

4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground
To push us to the tomb;
And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.

5 Great God! on what a slender thread
Hang everlasting things!
Th' eternal states of all the dead,
Upon life's feeble strings!

6 Infinite joy, or endless woe,
Attends on ev'ry breath;
And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!

7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dang'rous road;
And if our souls are hurry'd hence,
May they be found with God!

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• First Line: Thee we adore, eternal name
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Topic: Awakening and Inviting

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