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Text:Hymn 39
Author:Isaac Watts

II.39. Hymn 39

Our days, alas! our mortal days
Are short and wretched too;
"Evil and few," the patriarch says,
And well the patriarch knew.

'Tis but at best a narrow bound
That Heav'n allows to men,
And pains and sins run through the round
Of threescore years and ten.

Well, if ye must be sad and few,
Run on, my days, in haste;
Moments of sin and months of woe,
Ye cannot fly too fast.

Let heav'nly love prepare my soul,
And call her to the skies,
Where years of long salvation roll,
And glory never dies.

Text Information
First Line: Our days, alas! our mortal days
Title: Hymn 39
Author: Isaac Watts
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1806
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