Days and moments quickly flying, Blend the living with the dead ; Soon will you and I be lying Each within our narrow bed.
2. Soon our souls to God who gave them Will have sped their rapid flight ; Able now by grace to save them â Oh, that while we can we might !
3. Jesus, Infinite Redeemer, Maker of this mortal frame, Teach, oh, teach us to remember What we are, and whence we came. Life passeth soon ; Death draweth near : Keep us, good Lord, till Thou appear ; For Thee to live, in Thee to die, [Amen. With Thee to reign through Eternity.