Death calls our friends, our neighbors, hence

1 Death calls our friends, our neighbours hence,
And none resist the fatal dart;
Continual warnings trike our sense —
And shall they fail to reach our heart?

2 That awful hour will soon appear,
(Swift on the wings of time it flies)
When all that pains or pleases here,
Shall vanish from our closing eyes.

3 Lord of our life, inspire our heart
With heav'nly ardour, grace divine;
Nor let thy presence e'er depart,
For strength, and life, and death, are thine.

4 O teach us the celestial skill,
Each awful warning to improve;
And while our days are short'ning still,
Prepare us for the joys above.

Source: A Selection of Psalms with occasional hymns (Charleston hymnal) #H.XLIV