 | The poetical works of James Montgomery |  |
HUMAN LIFE.
How few and evil are thy days,
Man, of a woman born!
Trouble and peril haunt thy ways:
—Forth like a flower at morn
The tender infant springs to light,
Youth blossoms with the breeze,
Age, withering age, is cropt ere night,
—Man like a shadow flees.
Man, of a woman born!
Trouble and peril haunt thy ways:
—Forth like a flower at morn
The tender infant springs to light,
Youth blossoms with the breeze,
Age, withering age, is cropt ere night,
—Man like a shadow flees.
And dost Thou look on such an one?
Will God to judgment call
A worm, for what a worm hath done
Against the Lord of all?
As fail the waters from the deep,
As summer brooks run dry,
Man lieth down in dreamless sleep:
—Our life is vanity.
Will God to judgment call
A worm, for what a worm hath done
Against the Lord of all?
As fail the waters from the deep,
As summer brooks run dry,
Man lieth down in dreamless sleep:
—Our life is vanity.
Man lieth down, no more to wake,
Till yonder arching sphere
Shall with a roll of thunder break,
And Nature disappear.
—Oh! hide me, till thy wrath be past,
Thou, who canst kill or save;
Hide me, where hope may anchor fast,
In my Redeemer's grave.
Till yonder arching sphere
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And Nature disappear.
—Oh! hide me, till thy wrath be past,
Thou, who canst kill or save;
Hide me, where hope may anchor fast,
In my Redeemer's grave.
| The poetical works of James Montgomery | |