The Book of Worship ‎#424

424. Thee we adore, eternal Name!

1 Thee we adore, eternal Name!
And humbly own to Thee
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms are we.

2 Our wasting lives are shortening still,
As months and days increase;
And every beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the number less.

3 Dangers stand thick through all the ground,
To push us to the tomb;
And fierce diseases wait around
To hurry mortals home.

4 Great God! on what a slender thread
Hang everlasting things!
Th' eternal states of all the dead
Upon life's feeble strings.

5 Yet while a world of joy or woe
Depends on every breath,
Thoughtless and unconcerned we go
Upon the brink of death.

6 Waken, O Lord! our drowsy sense,
To walk this dangerous road;
And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God.

Text Information

• First Line: Thee we adore, eternal Name!
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1867
• Topic: Life: Its Duties and Object

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