A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy ‎#410

410. God of our lives! thy constant care

1 The God of our lives! thy constant care
With blessings crowns each op'ning year.
These lives, so frail, dost thou prolong,
And wake anew our annnual song.

2 How many precious souls are fled
To the dark regions of the dead,
Since, from this day, the changing sun
Through his last yearly course has run!

3 We yet survive: but who can say,
Or through the year, or month, or day,
I shall retain my vital breath,
Thus far at least in league with death?

4 That breath is thine, eternal God!
'Tis thine to fix the soul's abode.
We hold our lives from thee alone,
On earth, or in the world unknown.

5 To thee we all our pow'rs resign;
Make us and own us still as thine:
Then shall we smile, secure from fear,
Though death should blast the rising year.

6 Thy children, eager to be gone,
Bid time's impetuous tide roll on,
And land them on that blooming shore
Where years and death are known no more.

Text Information

• First Line: God of our lives! thy constant care
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1814
• Topic: Particular Occasions and Circumstances: New-Year
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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