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1 Lord, if thine eyes survey our faults,
And justice grow severe,
Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts,
And burns beyond our fear.
2 Thine anger turns our frame to dust;
By one offence to thee,
Adam, with all his sons, have lost
Their immortality.
3 Life, like a vain amusement flies,
A fable or a song;
By swift degrees our nature dies,
Nor can our joys be long.
4 'Tis but a few whose days amount
To threescore years and ten;
And all beyond that short account
Is sorrow, toil, and pain.
5 [Our vitals with laborious strife
Bear up the crazy load,
And drag these poor remains of life
Along the tiresome road.]
6 Almighty GOD, reveal thy love,
And not thy wrath alone;
Oh let our sweet experience prove
The mercies of thy throne.
7 Our Souls would learn the heavenly art
T' improve the hours we have,
That we may act the wiser part,
And live beyond the grave.
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First Line: | Lord, if thine eyes survey our faults |
Title: | Infirmites and Mortality the effect of sin; or, Life, old Age, and Preparations for Death |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1785 |
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