A Selection of Hymns ‎#DXXIV

DXXIV. Old Age approaching, or man frail and mortal

1 Eternal God! enthron'd on high!
Whom angel-hosts adore;
Who yet to suppliant dust art nigh,
Thy presence I implore.

2 O guide me down the steep of age,
And keep my passions cool;
Teach me to scan the sacred page,
And practice every rule.

3 My flying years time urges on,
What's human must decay;
My friends, my young companions gone,
Can I expect to stay?

4 Can I exemption plead, when death
Projects his awful dart?
Can med'cines then prolong my breath,
Or virtue shield my heart?

5 Ah! no—then smooth the mortal hour,
On thee my hope depends;
Support me with almighty power,
While dust to dust descends.

6 Then shall my soul, O gracious God!
(While angels join the lay)
Admitted to the bless'd abode,
Its endless anthems pay.

7 Thro' heaven, howe'er remote the bound,
Thy matchless love proclaim,
And join the choir of saints that sound
Their great redeemer's name.

Text Information

• First Line: Eternal God, enthroned on high
• Title: Old Age approaching, or man frail and mortal
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1792
• Topic: Times and Seasons; Mortality of man; Old Age

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