Thomas-Town (William Billings)
- Editor: Michael Lauer (submitted 2007-12-14). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 74 kB Copyright: Personal
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Original text and translations
Great God, how frail a thing is man,
How swift his minutes pass,
His age contracts within a span,
He blooms and dies like grass.
And must my moments thus decline,
And must I sink to death,
To thee my spirit I resign,
Thou maker of my breath.