Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P90e (1766) Hymnal Title: The Psalms of David Lyrics: 1 Lord, what a feeble Piece
Is this our mortal Frame!
Our Life, how poor a Trifle 'tis,
That scarce deserves the Name.
2 Alas, the brittle Clay
That built our Body first!
And every Month and every Day
'Tis mould'ring back to Dust.
3 Our Moments fly apace,
Nor will our Minutes stay;
Just like a Flood, our hasty Days
Are sweeping us away.
4 Well, if our Days must fly,
We'll keep their End in Sight,
We'll spend them all in Wisdom's Way,
And let them speed their Flight.
5 They'll waft us sooner o'er
This Life's tempestuous Sea:
Soon we shall reach the peaceful Shore
Of blest Eternity. Topics: Death the effect of sin; Frailty of Man; Funeral psalm; God Eternal and Man mortal; Life and Riches short and feeble; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; Saints Reward at last Scripture: Psalm 90:12 Languages: English
Lord, what a feeble Piece