557. 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 are we!

2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As months and days 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, whate'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 Infinite joy, or wretched woe,
Attends on ev'ry breath;
And yet how unconcerned we go,
Upon the brink of death!

6 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.

Text Information
First Line: Thee we adore, eternal name
Title: Thee We Adore, Eternal Name
Author: Isaac Watts (1674-1748) (1709, alt.)
Meter: C.M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1972
Topic: Book One: Hymns, Songs, Chorales; Warning Message: Frailty, Uncertainty of Life
Notes: Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am. Ps. 39:4.
Tune Information
Composer: Asa Brooks Everett, 1828-1875
Meter: C.M.
Incipit: 55653 16512 2171
Key: C Major
Notes: M.M. 72

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