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O let us, heavenly Lord! Extend
Our view to life’s approaching end.
What are our days! A span their line
And what our age compared with thine.
Our life advancing to a close,
While yet its earliest dawn in knows,
Swift through an empty shade we run
And vanity and man are one.
Oh! how thy chastisements impair
The human form however fair!
How frail the strongest frame we ???
If Thou its mortal doom decree!
God of our fathers! here, as they
We walk, the pilgrims of a day:
As transient guests thy works admire
And instant to our home retire.
Spare us a little whole, oh! Spare,
And nature’s failing strength repair;
Ere, life’s short circuit wandered o’er,
Departing, we are seen no more.
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1829
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 39;
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