Text: | Mortality and Hopes |
1 Remember, Lord, our mortal State,
How frail our Life! how short the Date!
Were is the Man that draws his Breath
Safe from Disease, secure from Death'?
2 LORD while we see whole Nations die,
Our Flesh and Sense repine and cry;
"Must Death for ever rage and reign?
"Or hast thou made Mankind in vain?
3 "Where is thy Promise to the Just;
"Are not thy Servants turn'd to Dust?"
But Faith forbids these mournfull Sighs,
And sees the sleeping Dust arise.
4 That glorious Hour, that dreadful Day,
Wipes the Reproach of Saints away,
And clears the Honours of thy Word:
Awake, our Souls! and bless the LORD.
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First Line: | Remember, Lord, our mortal State |
Title: | Mortality and Hopes |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Topic: | Frailty of Our Life |