THEE we adore, eternal name! And humbly own to thee, How feeble is our mortal...

John Wesley (1703-1791)

7 Verses Eternal Perspective

Verse 1

THEE we adore, eternal name! And humbly own to thee, How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms we be!

Verse 2

Our wasting lives grow shorter still, As days and months increase; And every beating pulse we tell Leaves but the number less.

Verse 3

The year roll round, and steals away The breath that first it gave; Whate'er we do, where'er we be, We are travelling to the grave.

Verse 4

Dangers stand thick through all the ground, To push us to the tomb; And fierce diseases wait around, To hurry mortals home.

Verse 5

Great God! on what a slender thread Hang everlasting things; The eternal states of all the dead Upon life's feeble strings!

Verse 6

Infinite joy, or endless woe, Depends on every breath; And yet how unconcerned we go Upon the brink of death!

Verse 7

Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, To walk this dangerous road! And if our souls be hurried hence, May they be found with God!