Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.194 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The First Line: Lord, what a feeble piece Lyrics:
Lord, what a feeble piece
Is this our mortal frame!
Our life how poor a trifle 'tis,
That scarce deserves the name!
Alas, the brittle clay
That built our body first!
And every month, and every day,
'Tis mould'ring back to dust.
Our moments fly apace,
Nor will our minutes stay;
Just like a flood, our hasty days
Are sweeping us away.
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.
They'll waft us sooner o'er
This life's tempestuous sea;
Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore
Of blest eternity.
Topics: Funeral psalm; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; Saints rewarded at last; Frailty of man; Life short and feeble; Psalm for a funeral; Death the effect of sin; God eternal, and man mortal; Mortality and God's eternity; Old age death Scripture: Psalm 90:5 Languages: English
Psalm 90