Appears in 161 hymnals Topics: 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 Lyrics: 1 Through every Age, eternal GOD,
Thou art our Rest, our safe Abode;
High was thy Throne e'er Heav'n was made,
Or Earth, thy humble Footstool, laid.
2 Long hadst 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,
Return, ye Sinners, to your Dust.
4 [A Thousand of our Years amount
Scarce to a Day in thine Account.
Like Yesterday's departed Light,
Or the last Watch of ending Night.]
Pause.
5 Death, like an overflowing Stream,
Sweeps us away; our Life's a Dream;
An empty Tale; a Morning Flow'r,
Cut down and wither'd in an Hour.
6 [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.
7 But O! how oft thy Wrath appears,
And cuts off our expected Years!
Thy Wrath awakes our humble Dread:
We fear that Pow'r that strikes us dead.]
8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is Man;
And kindly lengthen out our Span,
'Till a wise Care of Piety
Fit us to die, and dwell with Thee.
Scripture: Psalm 90
Through every Age, eternal GOD
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