The Psalms of David ‎#161

161. The Frailty and Shortness of Life

1 Lord, what a feeble Piece
Is this our mortal Frame!
Our Life how poor a Trifle 'tis,
That scarce deserves the Name.

2 Alas, the brittle Clay
That built our Body first!
And every Month, and every Day,
'Tis mould'ring back to Dust.

3 Our Moments fly apace,
Nor will our Minutes stay;
Just like a Flood. our hasty Days
Are sweeping us away.

4 Well, if our Days must fly,
We'll keep their End in Sight,
We'll spend them all in Wisdom's Way,
And let them speed their Flight.

5 They'll waft us sooner o'er
This Life's tempestuous Sea;
Soon we shall reach the peaceful Shore
Of blest Eternity.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, what a feeble Piece
• Title: The Frailty and Shortness of Life
• Meter: Short Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1740
• Scripture:
  Psalm 90:5
  ;
  Psalm 90:10
  ;
  Psalm 90:12
• Topic: Death: the effect of sin; Frailty of Man; Funeral psalm; God: Eternal and Man mortal; Life and Riches: short and feeble; Man: his vanity as mortal; Mortality: of man; Saints: Reward at last
• Notes: Public Domain.

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