Thee We Adore, Eternal Name

Verse 1

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

Verse 2

[Our wasting lives grow shorter still
As months and days increase;
And every beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the number less.

Verse 3

The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave;
Whate’er we do, where’er we be,
We’re travelling to the grave.

Verse 4

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

Verse 5

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

Verse 6

Infinite joy or endless woe
Attends on every breath;
And yet how unconcern’d we go
Upon the brink of death!

Verse 7

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