The Cyber Hymnal ‎#16086

16086. Our Like Is Like A Vapor, Gone

1 Our life is like a va­por, gone,
Our mo­ments swift­ly fly;
Lo, scarce our sands be­gin to run,
Ere we begin to die.

2 Our days on earth are but a span,
A sud­den breath of air;
Lord, what a brit­tle thing is man,
How vain is mor­tal care.

3 Various un­num­bered ills at­tend
Our weak and help­less frame,
Our fleet­ing life, so soon it ends,
lt scarce de­serves the name.

4 No weav­er’s shut­tle moves so fast,
No stream so swift­ly flows;
Time bears us on with ra­pid haste,
To end­less joys or woes.

5 See, sick­ness, sor­row round us wait,
And nature is in­firm;
Our age to seven­ty years is set,
Alas, how short the term!

6 Or, should we by un­com­mon strength
To four­score years at­tain,
Yet fee­ble­ness will come at length,
And bring dis­ease and pain.

7 Oh may I learn the heav’n­ly art,
T’improve each pass­ing hour;
And what my hands shall find to do,
Dispatch with all my pow­er.

Text Information

• First Line: Our life is like a va­por, gone
• Title: Our Like Is Like A Vapor, Gone
• Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795
• Meter: CM
• Language: English
• Source: Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton and Briggs,1818)
• Copyright: Public Domain
• Notes: Alternate tunes: BROWN by William B. Bradbury, BURFORD by Henry Purcell, CADDO by William B. Bradbury

Tune Information

• Name: CAMPMEETING
• Meter: CM
• Key: F Major or modal
• Source: American campmeeting melody
• Copyright: Public Domain