1 Remember, Lord, our mortal State,
How frail our Life, how short the Date!
Where is the Man that draws his Breath
Safe from Disease, secure from Death?
2 Lord, while we see whole Nations die,
Our Flesh and Sense repine and cry,
"Must Death for ever rage and reign!
"Or hast thou made Mankind in vain?"
3 Where is thy Promise to the Just?
Are not thy Servants turn'd to Dust?
But Faith forbids these mournful Sighs,
And sees the sleeping Dust arise.
4 That glorious Hour, that dreadful Day,
Wipes the Reproach of Saints away,
And clears the Honour of thy Word:
Awake our Souls, and bless the Lord.
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First Line: | Remember, Lord, our mortal State |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
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Topic: | Afflicted: without Rejection; Angels: all subject to Christ; Christ: covenant made with him(22 more...) |