50a. Mortality

1. Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away; our life’s a dream, An empty tale, a morning flow’r, Cut down and withered in an hour. 2. Our age to sev’nty years is set; How short the time! How frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We’d rather sigh and groan than live. 3. Teach us, Oh Lord, how frail is man; And kindly lengthen out the span, Till a wise care of piety Fit us to die and dwell with Thee.

Text Information
First Line: Death, like an overflowing stream
Title: Mortality
Author: Isaac Watts (1707)
Publication Date: 1991
Tune Information
Composer: Daniel Read (1785)
Meter: L. M.
Key: e minor

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