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Time, what an empty vapor 'tis! | |||
And days, how swift they are! | |||
Swift as an Indian arrow flies, | |||
Or like a shooting star. | |||
'Tis sovereign mercy finds us food, | |||
And we are clothed with love; | |||
While grace stands pointing out the road | |||
That leads our souls above. | |||
His goodness runs an endless round; | |||
All glory to the Lord! | |||
His mercy never knows a bound, | |||
And be his name adored! | |||
Thus we begin the lasting song; | |||
And when we close our eyes, | |||
Let the next age thy praise prolong, | |||
Till time and nature dies. | |||
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CPDL #31839: 
- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2014-05-06). Score information: Letter (landscape), 1 page, 29 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Music as in 1778, note shapes changed (4-shape). Stanzas 2-4 added from Isaac Watts 1719 Hymn 58.
General Information
Title: Dorchester
Composer: William Billings
Lyricist: Isaac Watts
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1778
Description: Words by Isaac Watts, 1719, his Hymn 58.
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Original text and translations
English text
Time, what an empty vapor 'tis!
And days, how swift they are!
Swift as an Indian arrow flies,
Or like a shooting star.
'Tis sovereign mercy finds us food,
And we are clothed with love;
While grace stands pointing out the road
That leads our souls above.
His goodness runs an endless round;
All glory to the Lord!
His mercy never knows a bound,
And be his name adored!
Thus we begin the lasting song;
And when we close our eyes,
Let the next age thy praise prolong,
Till time and nature dies.