1 While with ceaseless course the sun
Hasted through the former year,
Many souls their race have run;
Never more to meet us here:
Fix'd in an eternal state,
They have done with all below:
We a little longer wait,
But how little, none can know.
2 As the wingèd arrow flies
Speedily the mark to find;
As the lightning from the skies
Darts, and leaves no trace behind;
Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Bear us down life's rapid stream;
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise;
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 young and old;
Fill us with a Saviour's love;
And when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with Thee above.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | While with ceaseless course the sun |
Meter: | 7s., double. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Topic: | The New Year |