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II.LVII | The Psalms of David#II.LVIII | II.LIX |
1 Time! what an empty Vapour 'tis!
And Days how swift they are;
Swift as an Indian Arrow flies,
Or like a shooting Star.
[2 The present Moments just appear,
Then slide away in Haste,
That we can never say, They're here,
But only say, They're past.]
[3 Our Life is ever on the Wing,
And Death is ever nigh;
The Moment when our Lives begin,
We all begin to die.]
4 Yet, mighty God, our fleeting Days
Thy lasting Favours share;
Yet with the Bounties of thy Grace,
Thou load'st the rolling Year.
5 'Tis sov'reign Mercy finds us Food,
And we are cloath'd by Love;
While Grace stands pointing out the Road
That leads our Souls above.
6 His Goodness runs an endless Round,
All Glory to the Lord:
His Mercy never knows a Bound,
And be his Name ador'd!
7 Thus we begin the lasting Song,
And when we close our Eyes,
Let the next Age thy Praise prolong
Till Time and Nature dies.
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First Line: | Time! what an empty Vapour 'tis! |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1766 |
Topic: | Goodness of God; Shortness Frailty and Misery of Life; Worship of Heaven humble |