How sweet is life, yet soon 'tis past

1 How sweet is life, yet soon ’tis past,
And all its plea­sures gone;
The spir­it to its God must haste;
The bo­dy to the tomb.

2 O, sol­emn thought, I too must die,
And to the tomb des­cend;
This cher­ished bo­dy, too, must lie—
Lo! with the dust to blend.

3 And can it be that I must stand
Before the bar of God?
And there my trem­bling soul de­fend,
Against His right­eous word?

4 O pre­cious Christ, to Thee I cling,
Upon Thy blood re­ly;
To Thee my soul at once I bring;
And at Thy feet I lie.

5 Saved by Thy grace, I shall be Thine,
And with Thee ev­er live;
And Heav­en’s beau­ties shall be mine
While praise to Thee I’ll give.


Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16635

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