A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship ‎#CXXXV

CXXXV. Lord, what a feeble piece

1 Lord, what a feeble piece
Is this our mortal frame!
Our life, how poor a trifle 'tis,
That scarce deserves the name!

2 Alas, the brittle clay
That built our body first!
And e'ery month, and every day,
'Tis mould'ring back to dust.

3 Our moments fly apace,
Nor will our minutes stay;
Just like a flood our hasty days
Are sweeping us away.

4 Well, if our days must fly,
We'll keep their end in sight,
We'll spend them all in wisdom's way,
And let them speed their flight.

5 They'll waft us sooner o'er
This Life's tempestuous sea;
Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore
Of blest eternity.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, what a feeble piece
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1789
• Topic: Life, Death and a future State: The Frailty and Shortness of Life
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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