1 Let others boast how strong they be,
Nor death nor danger fear;
But 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 built us first,
Salvation to th' Almighty name,
That rear'd us from the dust.
5 [He spoke, and straight our hearts and brains
in all their motions rose;
"Let blood (said he) flow round the veins;"
And round the veins it flows.
6 While we have breath, or use or tongues,
Our Maker we'll adore;
His Spirit moves our heaving lungs,
Or they would breath no more.]
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First Line: | Let others boast how strong they be |
Title: | Our frail bodies, and God our preserver |
Author: | Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 |
Meter: | C.M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |