Behold the path that angels tread

Behold the path that angels tread

Published in 2 hymnals

Representative Text

1 Behold the path that mortals tread
Down to the regions of the dead!
Nor will the fleeting moments stay,
Nor can we measure back our way.

2 Our kindred and our friends are gone:
Know, oh my soul, this doom thine own:
Feeble as theirs, my mortal frame,
The same my way, my house the same.

3 And must I, from the cheerful light,
Pass to the grave's perpetual night?
From scenes of duty, means of grace,
Must I to God's tribunal pass?

4 Away, my soul, thy way prepare,
And lose, in this, each mortal care;
With steady feet that path be trod,
Which through the grave conducts to God.

Source: The Book of Worship #421

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First Line: Behold the path that angels tread
Copyright: Public Domain



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The Book of Worship #421

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