98. My days, my weeks, my months, my years

1.
My days, my weeks, my months, my years,
Fly rapid as the whirling spheres
Around the steady pole;
Time, like the tide, its motion keeps,
And I must launch through endless deeps,
Where endless ages roll.

2.
The grave is near, the cradle seen,
How swift the moments pass between,
And whisper as they fly;
Unthinking man, remember this,
Though fond of sublunary bliss,
That you must groan and die.

3.
My soul, attend the solemn call,
Thine earthly tent must shortly fall
And thou must take thy flight
Beyond the vast expansive blue,
To sing above as angels do.
Or sink in endless night.

Text Information
First Line: My days, my weeks, my months, my years
Title: My days, my weeks, my months, my years
Publication Date: 1854
Meter: 8, 8, 6
Language: English
Tune Information
Name: KINGWOOD
Composer: Humphreys
Meter: 8, 8, 6



Media
Audio recording: MP3
(Brock Organ)
MIDI file: Kingwood.midi




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