The book of sacred song . pirit, comfort me ! When the house doth sigh and weep,And the world is drownd in sleep,Yet mine eves the watch do keep,Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When the passing bell doth toll,And the furies in a shoalCome to fright a parting soul^ Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When the flames and hellish criesFright mine ears, and fright mine eyes,And all terrors me surprise, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! 24 THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. When the Judgment is reveaPd,And that openM which was seaPd,When to Thee I have appeaPd,Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! Her rick. our life is even as a vapour ! j
The book of sacred song . pirit, comfort me ! When the house doth sigh and weep,And the world is drownd in sleep,Yet mine eves the watch do keep,Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When the passing bell doth toll,And the furies in a shoalCome to fright a parting soul^ Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When the flames and hellish criesFright mine ears, and fright mine eyes,And all terrors me surprise, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! 24 THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. When the Judgment is reveaPd,And that openM which was seaPd,When to Thee I have appeaPd,Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! Her rick. our life is even as a vapour ! jlIKE to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh springs gaudy hue ;Or silver drops of morning dew;Or like a wind that chafes the flood;Or bubbles which on water stood;Eeri such is man, whose borrowed lightIs straight calPd in and paid to-night. The wind blows out, the bubble dies,The spring entombM in autumn lies;The dew dries up, the star is shot,The flight is past, and man forgot.
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