| Text: | This song is for the fleeting days |
| Author: | Christian Metz |
| Translator: | Glenn H. Wendler |
1 This song is for the fleeting days;
Swift arrows through the air.
Be hasty, Soul, recall the ways
Which thou must still prepare.
2 The years of life pass swiftly by.
These numbered days will end.
Oh heart, recall how time does fly.
Remember now thy Friend.
3 What lives this day will live no more.
Life changes as the sun.
No sooner is the seedtime o'er
Then reaper's work is done.
4 Strive for those precious virtues now.
Accept Christ's tender love.
Pass by all worldly things, and bow
Alone to God above.
5 Think of those faded years of life
Which thou hast left behind.
Think of the waste, and quickly strive
For betterment of mind.
6 This heart of mine will one day break,
And death will take its toll.
Until then, Christ I'll always make
My banner and my goal.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | This song is for the fleeting days |
| Original Language: | German |
| Author: | Christian Metz |
| Translator: | Glenn H. Wendler |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1992 |