524. C. M. Watts.
"We are fearfully and wonderfully made."
1Let others boast how strong they be,
Nor death nor danger fear;
But we'll confess, O Lord, to thee,
What feeble things we are.
2Fresh as the grass our bodies stand,
And flourish bright and gay;
A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land,
And fades the grass away.
3Our life contains a thousand springs,
And fails if one be gone;
Strange! that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long.
4But 'tis our God supports our frame,
The God who built us first;
Salvation to the Almighty Name
That reared us from the dust!