A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy ‎#477

477. Behold the path which mortals tread

1 Behold the path which mortals tread
Down to the regions of the dead!
Nor will the fleeting moments stay,
Nor can we measure back our way.

2 Our kindred and our friends are gone;
Know, O my soul, this doom thy own.
Feeble as theirs thy mortal frame,
The same thy way, thy home the same.

3 From vital air, from cheerful light,
To the cold grave's perpetual night,—
From scenes of duty, means of grace,
Must I to God's tribunal pass!

4 Awake, my soul! thy way prepare,
And lose in this each meaner care;
With steady feet that path be trod,
Which, thro' the grave, conducts to God.

5 Father! to thee my all I trust;
And, if my flesh return to dust,
'Tis thy decree, I bless thy hand,
And die resign'd to thy command.

Text Information

• First Line: Behold the path which mortals tread
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1814
• Topic: Death
• Notes: Public Domain.

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