A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy ‎#480

480. To-morrow, Lord, is thine

1 To-morrow, Lord, is thine,
Lodg'd in thy sov'reign hand;
And if its sun arise and shine,
It shines by thy command.

2 Our moments fly pace,
Nor will a minute stay:
Just like a flood our hasty days
Are sweeping us away.

3 Well, if our days must fly,
We'll keep their end in sight;
We'll spend them all in wisdom's way,
And let them speed their flight.

4 They'll waft us sooner o'er
This life's tempestuous sea:
Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore
O blest eternity.

Text Information

• First Line: To-morrow, Lord, is thine
• Meter: S. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1814
• Topic: Death
• Notes: St. 1 by Philip Doddridge, Sts. 2-4 by Isaac Watts, from "Lord, what a feeble piece"

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