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Short is the time we here may pass,
And life is transient too,
Like the brief flowret of the grass,
Or like the morning dew.
With trembling awe, thy power I see,
Thy boundless mercy sing,
Few words become a child like me
Before so great a King.
Teach me thy precepts to fulfil,
To trust a Saviour's love,
To yield to thy most righteous will
And seek a home above.
"He is about my path, and about my bed." Psalm 139th.
When first my infant feet essay'd,
The movements of my will to aid,
Parents and friends with watchful eye
To guard my tottering steps would fly.
