| Song | Thee We Adore Eternal Name |
| Album | John Wesley’s Collection of Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | Thee We Adore Eternal Name |
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Thee We Adore, Eternal Name!
And Humbly Own To Thee,
How Feeble Is Our Mortal Frame,
What Dying Worms We Be!
Our Wasting Lives Grow Shorter Still,
As Days And Months Increase;
And Every Beating Pulse We Tell
Leaves But The Number Less.
The Year Roll Round, And Steals Away
The Breath That First It Gave;
Whatever We Do, Wherever We Be,
We Are Travelling To The Grave.
Dangers Stand Thick Through All The Ground,
To Push Us To The Tomb;
And Fierce Diseases Wait Around,
To Hurry Mortals Home.
Great God! On What A Slender Thread
Hang Everlasting Things;
The Eternal States Of All The Dead
Upon Life’s Feeble Strings!
Infinite Joy, Or Endless Woe,
Depends On Every Breath;
And Yet How Unconcerned We Go
Upon The Brink Of Death!
Waken, O Lord, Our Drowsy Sense,
To Walk This Dangerous Road!
And If Our Souls Be Hurried Hence,
May They Be Found With God!
