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II.XXXVIII | The Psalms of David#II.XXXIX | II.XL |
1 Our Days, alas! our mortal Days,
Are short and wretched too;
"Evil and Few," the Patriarch says,
And well the Patriarch knew.
2 'Tis but at best a narrow Bound
That Heav'n allows to Men,
And Pains and Sins run through the Round
Of Threescore Years and Ten.
3 Well, if ye must be sad and few,
Run on my Days in Haste;
Moments of Sin, and Months of Woe,
Ye cannot fly too fast.
4 Let heav'nly Love prepare my Soul,
And call her to the Skies,
Where Years of long Salvation roll,
And Glory never dies.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Our Days, alas! our mortal Days |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1766 |
Topic: | Misery and Shortness of Life |