223. Our days, alas! our mortal days

1 Our days, alas! our mortal days
Are short and wretched too;
"Evil and few," the patriarch says,
And well the patriarch knew.

2 'Tis but at best a narrow bound
That heaven allows to men,
And pains and sins run through the round
Of threescore years and ten.

3 Well, if ye must be sad and few,
Run on, my days, in haste;
Moments of sin, and months of wo,
Ye cannot fly too fast.

4 Let heavenly love prepare my soul,
And call her to the skies,
Where years of long salvation roll,
And glory never dies.

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First Line: Our days, alas! our mortal days
Meter: C. M.
Publication Date: 1828
Topic: Holy Spirit: Vanity and uncertainty of life; The Shortness and Misery of Life
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