While, with ceaseless course, the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Nevermore to meet us here : Fixed in an eternal state, They have done with all below: We a little longer wait ; But how little, none can know..
2. As the winged arrow flies Speedily the mark to find ; As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind â Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream ; Upward, Lord, our spirits raise 1 All below is but a dream.
3. Thanks for mercies past receive ; Pardon of our sins renew ; Teach us henceforth how to live,. With eternity in view: Bless Thy Word to old and young ; Fill us with a Saviour's love ; When our life's short race is run, May we dwell with Thee above.