1 The evils that beset our path,
Who can prevent or cure?
We stand upon the brink of death,
When most we seem secure.
2 If we to-day sweet peace possess,
It soon must be withdrawn;
Some change may plunge us in distress,
Before to morrow's dawn.
3 Disease and pain invade our health,
And find an easy prey;
And oft, when least expected, wealth
Takes wings and lilies away.
4 Since sin has fill'd the world with woe,
And creatures fade and die;
Lord! wean our hearts from things below,
And fix our hopes on high!
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First Line: | The evils that beset our path |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | The Troubles of Life |