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Lord what a feeble piece Is this our




Lord, what a feeble piece
Is this our mortal frame!
Our life how poor a trifle 'tis,
That scarce deserves the name!


Alas, the brittle clay
That built our body first!
And every month, and every day,
'Tis mould'ring back to dust.


Our moments fly apace,
Nor will our minutes stay;
Just like a flood, our hasty days
Are sweeping us away.


Well, if our days must fly,
We'll keep their end in sight;
We'll spend them all in wisdom's way,
And let them speed their flight.


They'll waft us sooner o'er
This life's tempestuous sea;
Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore
Of blest eternity.

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LYRICS
Meter: 6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1719
      Bible Refs: Ps 90:4; Ps 90:10; Ps 90:12;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      2005# 412
      1851# 446
      # 90
      1872# 90.6
      MUSIC
      Name: ST. BRIDE
      Meter: 6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1762
        SCORE PREVIEW
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        LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
        Hymn/Song Book Song # Key
        # 322Bb
        # 450Bb
        # 180Bb
        # 316Bb
        # 583Bb
        # 81Bb
        # 352Bb
        # 37Bb
        # 101Bb
        # 249Bb
        # 322C
        # 528 No key
        # 233 No key
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        6 6 8 6 (S.M.)

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