1 Eternal God! enthroned on high!
Whom angel-hosts adore;
Who yet to suppliant dust art nigh,
thy presence I implore.
2 O guide me down the steep of age,
And keep my passions cool;
Teach me to scan the sacred page,
And practice every rule.
3 My flying years time urges on,
What's human must decay;
My friends, my young companions gone,
Can I expect to stay?
4 Can I exemption plead, when death
Projects his awful dart?
Can medecines then prolong my breath,
Or virtue shield my heart?
5 Ah! no--then smooth the mortal hour,
On thee my hope depends;
Support me with almighty power,
While dust to dust descends.
6 Then shall my soul, O gracious God!
(While angels join the lay)
Admitted to the blest abode,
Its endless anthems pay.
7 Through heaven, howe'er remote the bound,
Thy matchless love proclaim,
And join the choir of saints that sound
Their great Redeemer's name.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799