Spiritual Melody Containing near Three Hundred Sacred Hymns. By Benjamin Keach |
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HYMN 126.
[On Earth our days will be but few]
Job 14. 2. He fleeth also as a shadow, and abideth not.
On Earth our days will be but few,
Like as the shadow flies;
Or like unto the Morning-Dew,
Doth pass when Sun doth rise;
Like as the shadow flies;
Or like unto the Morning-Dew,
Doth pass when Sun doth rise;
So do our Days, our Months, and Years,
Make haste to fly away,
Much like the Blossom he appears,
Which quickly doth decay;
Make haste to fly away,
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Which quickly doth decay;
Or like the Flower in the Spring,
Whose beauty's very rare;
And as the Birds in Summer sing,
We may our selves compare.
Whose beauty's very rare;
And as the Birds in Summer sing,
We may our selves compare.
The glory of the Flowers fail,
The Summer ends also;
The Birds do then themselves bewail,
And know not what to do.
The Summer ends also;
The Birds do then themselves bewail,
And know not what to do.
The Blossom withers soon away,
Like Jonah's Gourd 'tis gone;
So we sprout up, and shall not stay,
Our lives will soon be done.
Like Jonah's Gourd 'tis gone;
So we sprout up, and shall not stay,
Our lives will soon be done.
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