Lord, if thine eye surveys our faults
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
|Lord, if thine eye surveys our faults,|
And justice grows severe,
Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts,
And burns beyond our fear.
2. Thine anger turns our frame to dust;
3. Life, like a vain amusement, flies,
|4. 'Tis but a few whose days amount|
To threescore years and ten;
And all beyond that short account
Is sorrow, toil, and pain.
5. Our vitals with laborious strife
6. Almighty God, reveal thy love,
|7. Our souls would learn the heav'nly art|
T' improve the hours we have,
That we may act the wiser part,
And live beyond the grave.