As shadows cast by cloud and sun, Flit o'er the summer grass, So, in Thy sight, Almighty One, Earth's generations pass.
Flit - ting away, . flit - ting away, . . Flitting like the shadows away ; . . Flit - ting away, . flit - ting away, . . Flitting like the shadows away. . .
2. And while the years, in endless host, Come passing swiftly on, [boast The brightest name that earth can But glistens, and is gone.
3. Yet doth the Star of Bethlehem shed A lustre pure and sweet, And still it leads, as once it led, To the Messiah's feet.
4. O Father, may that Holy Star Grow every year more bright, And shed its glorious beams afar To fill the world with light.