Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#703

703. Thee we adore, eternal Name!

1 Thee we adore, eternal Name!
And humbly own to thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms are we.

2 Our wasting lives are short'ning still,
As months and days increase;
And ev'ry beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the number less.

3 Dangers stand thick through all the ground,
To push us to the tomb;
And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.

4 Good God! on what a slender thread,
Hang everlasting things!
Th'eternal states of all the dead,
Upon life's feeble strings.

5 Yet while a world of joy or wo
Depends on ev'ry breath,
Thoughtless and unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death.

6 Waken, O Lord! our drowsy sense,
To walk this dang'rous road;
And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God!

Text Information

• First Line: Thee we adore, eternal Name!
• Meter: C. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Topic: Death; Death at hand

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