Psalm 90:5 [Lord What A Feeble Piece]

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Title:     Psalm 90:5 [Lord What A Feeble Piece]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Psalm 90:5. 5 10 12. S. M.
The frailty and shortness of life.

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 mouldering 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.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Psalm 90:5 [Lord What A Feeble Piece]

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