Text: | Few are the Days |
Author: | Charles P. Jones |
Tune: | ST. PAUL |
Composer: | Charles P. Jones |
1 Few are the days of man on earth,
Whate'er his lot, where'er his birth;
Swift as a post they pass away,
Nor have we pow'r to make them stay.
2 Yet while we daily pilgrims go,
Great are our troubles here below,
And often, while we have our breath,
We long for rest, the rest of death.
3 Great God, the God of earth and sky,
'Tis Thou canst bless us from on high;
'Tis Thou canst make the burden light,
And make our dying moments bright.
4 Then blessed Christ we look to Thee
From ev'ry ill to set us free;
Dwell Thou within each troubled heart,
And strength divine to all impart.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Few are the days of man on earth |
Title: | Few are the Days |
Author: | Charles P. Jones |
Meter: | L.M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1977 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Gospel |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | ST. PAUL |
Composer: | Charles P. Jones |
Meter: | L.M. |
Key: | E♭ Major |