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September / October 2004

Let Others Boast

Let others boast how strong they be,
Nor death nor danger fear;
But we’ll confess, O Lord, to thee,
What feeble things we are.

Fresh as the grass our bodies stand,
And flourish bright and gay;
A blasting wind sweeps o’er the land,
And fades the grass away.

Our life contains a thousand springs,
And dies if one be gone;
Strange! That a harp of a thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long!

But ‘tis our God supports our frame,
The God who formed us first;
Praise be to His almighty Name,
That reared us from the dust.

Isaac Watts

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