1 How short and hasty is our life!
How vast our soul's affairs!
Yet senseless mortals vainly strive,
To lavish out their years.
2 Our days run thoughtlessly along,
Without a moment's stay;
Just like a story or a song,
We pass our lives away.
3 God from on high invites us home,
But we march heedless on,
And ever hast'ning to the tomb,
Stoop downwards as we run.
4 How we deserve the deepest hell,
That slight the joys above!
What chains of vengeance should we feel,
That break such cords of love.
5 Draw us, O God, with sov'reign grace,
And lift our thoughts on high,
That we may end this mortal race,
And see salvation nigh.
|First Line:||How short and hasty is our life|
|Title:||Misimprovement of Time|
|How Short and Hasty Is Our Life|