Instance Results

Lord, what a feeble piece

Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #154 (1854) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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! 'twas brittle clay That built our body first! And every month and every day 'Tis mouldering back to dust. 3. Our moments fly apace, Our feeble powers decay; Swift as a flood our hasty days Are sweeping us away. 4. Yet if our days must fly, We'll keep their end in sight, We'll spend them all in wisdom's ways, And let them speed their flight. 5. They'll waft us sooner o'er This life's tempestuous sea: Soon shall we reach the peaceful shore, Of blest eternity. Languages: English Tune Title: KAMBIA

Lord, What a Feeble Piece

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4001 Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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 moldering 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 blessed eternity. Languages: English Tune Title: YATTENDON 46

Lord, what a feeble Piece

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P90e (1766) Lyrics: 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. 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 Scripture: Psalm 90:12 Languages: English

Lord, what a feeble piece

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship #CXXXV (1789) Lyrics: 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 e'ery 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. Topics: Life, Death and a future State The Frailty and Shortness of Life Languages: English

Lord what a feeble piece

Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCXXIX (1790) Lyrics: 1 Lord what a feeble piece, Is this our mortal frame? Our life how poor a trifle t'is, That scarce deserves the name. 2 Alas the brittle clay, That built our body first! And ev'ry month and ev'ry day, 'Tis mould'ring back to dust. 3 Our moments fly apace, Nor will our minutes stay; Just like a flood, our hasty day, 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. Topics: Funeral Occasions Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English

Lord, what a feeble piece

Hymnal: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #194b (1790) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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 ev'ry month, and ev'ry 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. Scripture: Psalm 90:5 Languages: English

Lord, what a feeble piece

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #645 (1835) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: Lord, what a feeble piece Is this our mortal frame! Our life how poor a trifle 'tis, That scarce deserves the name! Alas, the brittle clay That built our body first! And every month, and every day, 'Tis mould'ring back to dust. Our moments fly apace, Nor will our minutes stay; Just like a flood, our hasty days Are sweeping us away. 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. They'll waft us sooner o'er This life's tempestuous sea; Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore Of blest eternity. Scripture: Psalm 90:12 Languages: English

User Links

User Links

Discover

Collections

Connect

Search

Collections

Discover

Pages