And be for evermore with thee.
541. L. M. Doddridge.
Meditation on Death.
1Behold the path which mortals tread,
Down to the regions of the dead!
Nor will the fleeting moments stay,
Nor can we measure back our day.
2Our kindred and our friends are gone;
Know, O my soul! this doom my own;
Feeble as theirs my mortal frame,