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Thee we adore, Eternal Name!

Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #475 (1870) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Thee we adore, Eternal Name! And humbly own to Thee How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms are we! 2 Our wasting lives are short'ning still, As months and days increase; And ev'ry beating pulse we tell Leaves but the number less. 3 Great God! on what a slender thread Hang everlasting things! Th'eternal state of all the dead Upon life's feeble strings. 4 Infinite joy, or endless woe Attends on every breath; And yet, how unconcern'd we go Upon the brink of death! 5 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, To walk this dangerous road! And if our souls are hurried hence, May they be found with God. Topics: Christians their life and experience; Death anticipation of; Frailty of Man; Man frailty of Languages: English

Thee we adore, Eternal Name

Author: Watts Hymnal: Church Book #539 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Thee we adore, Eternal Name, And humbly own to Thee, How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms are we! 2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still, As days and months increase; And every beating pulse we tell Leaves but the number less. 3 The year rolls round, and steals away The breath that first it gave: Whate'er we do, where'er we be, We're travelling to the grave. 4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, To push us to the tomb; And fierce diseases wait around, To hurry mortals home. 5 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, To walk this dangerous road; And if our souls are hurried hence May they be found with God. Topics: Death and Eternity Preparation for Death Languages: English Tune Title: WESTMINSTER

Thee we adore, eternal Name!

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #703 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Thee we adore, eternal Name! And humbly own to thee, How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms are we. 2 Our wasting lives are short'ning still, As months and days increase; And ev'ry beating pulse we tell Leaves but the number less. 3 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, To push us to the tomb; And fierce diseases wait around, To hurry mortals home. 4 Good God! on what a slender thread, Hang everlasting things! Th'eternal states of all the dead, Upon life's feeble strings. 5 Yet while a world of joy or wo Depends on ev'ry breath, Thoughtless and unconcern'd we go Upon the brink of death. 6 Waken, O Lord! our drowsy sense, To walk this dang'rous road; And if our souls are hurried hence, May they be found with God! Topics: Death; Death at hand