Thee We Adore, Eternal Name

Thee we adore

eter­nal Name!

And hum­bly own to Thee

How fee­ble is our mor­tal frame

What dy­ing worms are we.

Our wast­ing lives grow short­er still

As months and days in­crease;

And ev­ery beat­ing pulse we tell

Leaves but the num­ber less.

The year rolls round

and steals away

The breath that first it gave;

Whate’er we do

wher­e’er we be

We’re tra­vel­ing to the grave.

Dangers stand thick through all the ground

To push us to the tomb;

And fierce dis­eas­es wait around

To hur­ry mor­tals home.

Good God! on what a slen­der thread

Hang ev­er­last­ing things!

Th’eter­nal states of all the dead

Upon life’s fee­ble strings.

Infinite joy or end­less woe

Attends on ev­ery breath

And yet how un­con­cerned we go

Upon the brink of death!

Waken

O Lord! our drow­sy sense

To walk this dan­ger­ous road;

And if our souls be hur­ried hence

May they be found with God.