Thee we adore, Eternal Name, And humbly own to thee How feeble is our mortal frame! What dying worms are we! Our wasting lives grow shorter still As months and days increase; And every beating pulse we tell Leaves but the number less. The year rolls round, and steals away The breath that first it gave; Whatever we do, wherever we be, We're traveling to the grave. Dangers stand thick through all the ground To push us to the tomb, And fierce diseases wait around, To hurry mortals home. Great God! on what a slender thread Hang everlasting things! Th' eternal states of all the dead Upon life's feeble strings. Infinite joy or endless woe Attends on every breath, And yet how unconcerned we go Upon the brink of death! Waken, O Lord! our drowsy sense, To walk this dangerous road; And if our souls be hurried hence, May they be found with God.
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