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: | 1790 |
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Topic: | Funeral Occasions |