Remember, Lord, Our Mortal State

Remember

Lord

our mor­tal state

How frail our life! how short the date!

Where is the man that draws his breath

Safe from dis­ease

se­cure from death?

Lord

while we see whole na­tions die

Our flesh and sense re­pine and cry

“Must death for ev­er rage and reign?

Or hast Thou made man­kind in vain?

Where is Thy pro­mise to the just?

Are not Thy serv­ants turned to dust?

But faith for­bids these mourn­ful sighs

And sees the sleep­ing dust arise.

That glo­ri­ous hour

that dread­ful day

Wipes the re­proach of saints away

And clears the hon­or of Thy Word:

Awake

our souls

and bless the Lord.