B.IV. Lord, if thine eyes survey our faults

1 Lord if thine Eyes surveys our Faults,
And Justice grows severe,
Thy dreadful Wrath exceeds our Thoughts,
And burns beyond our Fear.

2 Thine Anger turns our Frame to Dust:
By one Offence to thee
Adam with all his Sons have lost
Their Immortality.

3 Life like a vain Amusement, flies,
A Fable or a Song;
By swift Degrees our Nature dies,
Nor can our Joys be long.

4 'Tis but a few whose Days amount
To three score Years and ten;
And all beyond that short Account
Is sorrow, Toil and Pain.

5 Almighty God, reveal thy Love,
And not thy Wrath alone!
O let our sweet Experience prove
The Mercies of thy Throne.

6 Our Souls wou'd learn the heav'nly Art
T' improve the Hours we have,
That we may act the wiser Part,
And live beyond the Grave.

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First Line: Lord, if thine eyes survey our faults
Language: English
Publication Date: 1737
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