1 Thee we adore, Eternal Name!
And humbly own to Thee
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms are we!
2 Our wasting lives are short'ning still,
As months and days increase;
And ev'ry beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the number less.
3 Great God! on what a slender thread
Hang everlasting things!
Th'eternal state of all the dead
Upon life's feeble strings.
4 Infinite joy, or endless woe
Attends on every breath;
And yet, how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!
5 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dangerous road!
And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God.
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First Line: | Thee we adore, Eternal Name! |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christians: their life and experience; Death: anticipation of; Frailty of Man(1 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: Watts |