Few, few and evil are thy days,
Man, of a woman born;
Peril and trouble haunt thy ways;
Forth, like a flower at morn,
The tender infant springs to light,
Youth blossoms to the breeze,
Age, withering age, is cropt ere night;
Man like a shadow flees.
And dost thou look on such an one?
Will God to judgment call
A worm, for what a worm hath done
Against the Lord of all?
As fail the waters from the deep,
As summer-brooks run dry,
Man lieth down in dreamless sleep,
His life is vanity.
Man lieth down, no more to wake,
Till yonder arching sphere
Shall, with a roll of thunder, break,
And nature disappear.
O hide me, till Thy wrath be past,
Thou who canst slay or save!
Hide me, where hope may anchor fast,
In my Redeemer's grave.
Source: Sacred Poems and Hymns #215
|Instances (1 - 7 of 7)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for the Sanctuary #533||Few, few, and evil are thy days||Montgomery||1845|
|Hymns of Worship: designed for use especially in the lecture room, the prayer meeting and the family #570||Few, few, and evil are the days||1858|
|Plymouth Collection of Hymns and Tunes; for the use of Christian Congregations #1117||Few, few, and evil are thy days||Montgomery||1855|
|Revival Hymns #347||Few, few, and evil are thy days||1858|
|Sacred Poems and Hymns #215||Few, few and evil are thy days||Few, few and evil are thy days||James Montgomery||126.96.36.199 D||Job 14:1-3; Job 11:1 - 13:3||1854|
|The Baptist Hymn and Tune Book: being "The Plymouth Collection" enlarged and adapted to the use of Baptist churches #1117||Few, few, and evil are thy days||Montgomery||1857|
|The Harp #956||Few, few and evil are thy days||1856|