P Our Wasting Lives Grow Shorter Still

Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As days and months increase,
And every beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the number less.

Asleep in Jesus blessed sleep.
From which none ever wakes to weep
A calm and undisturbed repose
Unbroken by the last of foes.

Elisabeth Badenoch

From the hymn 'Life and Eternity'
Verse 2
Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As months and days increase,
And ev'ry beating pulse we tell,
Leaves but the number less.

The second verse is from the hymn Asleep in Jesus, Blessed Sleep
Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep!
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes.

1 Thee, we adore, eternal name,
And humbly own to Thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms are we!
2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As months and days increase,
And ev'ry beating pulse we tell,
Leaves but the number less.
3 Dangers stand thick through all the ground,
To push us to the tomb;
And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.
4 Infinite joy, or wretched woe,
Attends on ev'ry breath;
And yet how unconcerned we go,
Upon the brink of death!
5 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dang'rous road;
And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God.

The second Hymn
1 Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep!
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes.
2 Asleep in Jesus! O how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet!
With holy confidence to sing
That death has lost his venomed sting.
3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest,
Whose waking is supremely blest!
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour
That manifests the Savior's power.
4 Asleep in Jesus! O for me
May such a blissful refuge be!
Securely shall my ashes lie,
waiting the summons from on high.