1 Let others boast how strong they be,
Nor death nor danger fear;
While we'll confess, O Lord, to thee,
What feeble things we are.
2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand,
And flourish bright and gay;
A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land,
And fades the grass away.
3 Our life contains a thousand springs,
And dies if one be gone;
Strange! that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long.
4 But 'tis our God supports our frame,
The God that form'd us first.
Salvation to th' almighty name
That rear'd us from the dust.
5 While we have breath, or of life, or tongues,
Our Maker we'll adore.
His spirit moves our heaving lungs,
Or they would breathe no more.
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First Line: | Let others boast how strong they be |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Man's Dependence on God; Providence of God |