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90e. The Frailty and Shortness of Life

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 ev'ry month, and ev'ry day,
'Tis mould'ring back to dust.

3 Our moments fly apace,
Our feeble pow'rs decay,
Swift as a flood our hasty days
Are sweeping us away.

4 Yet, 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.

Text Information
First Line: Lord, what a feeble piece
Title: The Frailty and Shortness of Life
Meter: Short Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1793
Scripture: ; ;
Notes: Public Domain.
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