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| 138 | Church Book#139 | 140 |
1 While with ceaseless course the sun
Hasted through the former year,
Many souls their race have run,
Never more 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 wingéd 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 | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | While with ceaseless course the sun |
| Author: | John Newton (1779) |
| Meter: | 7s, |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1890 |
| Topic: | New Year; Circumcision; Name of Christ (1 more...) |
| Notes: | Now Public Domain. Alternate tune: #423 or BENEVENTO by Webbe (end of hymnal #472b) |
| Tune Information | |
|---|---|
| Name: | ALLE MENSCHEN MÜSSEN STERBEN |
| Meter: | 7s, |
| Key: | C Major |
| Notes: | Now Public Domain. Composer from index: J. Schop, 1641 |