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1 Time, what an empty vapor 'tis!
And days, how swift they are!
Swift as a feather'd arrow flies,
Or like a shooting star.
2 Our life is ever on the wing,
And death is ever nigh;
The moment when our lives begin,
We all begin to die.
3 Yet, mighty GOD! our fleeting days
Thy lasting favours share;
And still the bounties of thy grace
Enrich the rolling year.
4 'Tis sovereign mercy finds us food,
And we are cloth'd by love;
While grace stands pointing out the road,
That leads our souls above.
5 Thus we begin the lasting song;
And when we close our eyes,
Let the next age thy praise prolong,
'Till time and nature dies.
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First Line: | Time, what an empty vapor 'tis! |
Title: | Shortness of Life and goodness of God |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1785 |