A Collection of Psalms and Hymns ‎#B.III

B.III. Thro' every Age, eternal God

1 Thro' every Age, eternal God,
Thou art our Rest, our safe Abode;
High was thy Throne e'er Heaven was made,
Or Earth thy humble Foot stool, laid.

2 Long had'st thou reign'd e'er time began
Or Dust was fashion'd to a Man;
And long thy Kingdom shall endure,
When Earth and Time shall be no more.

3 But Man, weak Man, is born to die,
Made up of Guilt and Vanity;
Thy dreadful Sentence, Lord, was just:
Dust as thou art, return to dust.

4 Death, like an over-flowing Stream
Sweeps us away, our Life's a Dream,
An empty Tale, a Morning Flower,
Cut down and wither'd in an Hour.

5 Our Age to seventy Years is set;
How short the Term! How frail the State!
And if to Eighty we arrive,
We rather sigh and groan than live.

6 Teach us, o Lord, how frail is Man;
And kindly lengthen out our Span,
Till from the Chains of Sin set free
We find immortal Life in thee!

Text Information

• First Line: Thro' every Age, eternal God
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1737
• Scripture:
  Psalm 90

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