1 Behold the path which mortals tread
Down to the regions of the dead!
Nor will the fleeting moments stay,
Nor can we measure back our way.
2 Our kindred and our friends are gone;
Know, O my soul, this doom thy own.
Feeble as theirs thy mortal frame,
The same thy way, thy home the same.
3 From vital air, from cheerful light,
To the cold grave's perpetual night,—
From scenes of duty, means of grace,
Must I to God's tribunal pass!
4 Awake, my soul! thy way prepare,
And lose in this each meaner care;
With steady feet that path be trod,
Which, thro' the grave, conducts to God.
5 Father! to thee my all I trust;
And, if my flesh return to dust,
'Tis thy decree, I bless thy hand,
And die resign'd to thy command.
Source: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy: for the use of Evangelical Lutheran Churches; to which are added prayers for families and individuals #477
First Line: | Behold the path which mortals tread |
Author: | Philip Doddridge |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
Behold the path that [which] mortals tread. P. Doddridge. [Journey of Life.] In the Doddridge Manuscript, this hymn is No. 44, but is undated. It was published as No. 27 in J. Orton's edition of Doddridge's (posthumous) Hymns, &c, 1755, and again in J. D. Humphreys’ edition of the same, 1839. It is in 7 stanzas of 4 lines, and entitled "The Great Journey. Job xvi. 22." Its use is chiefly confined to America.
-- John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)