CVIII. Life and Eternity

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 months and days increase,
And every beating pulse we tell
Leaves one 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 thro' 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 every 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 hurried hence,
May they be found with God.

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First Line: Thee we adore, eternal Name
Title: Life and Eternity
Language: English
Publication Date: 1774
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