1 Life seems but a sparkling river,
Flowing down the "steep of time,"
Bearing trusting spirits ever,
To a happy, holy clime.
'Let us, then, be up and doing,'
Let us labor while we may;
Roses ’round each pathway strewing,
Treading softly all life’s way.
2 We have but a short probation,
Soon our labors will be o’er;
Soon from toil and sore temptation,
We shall rest forevermore! [Refrain]
3 Yes, the night of death steals o’er us,
Calling us from earth away;
And eternity before us,
Beams with light of endless day. [Refrain]
4 Cheering pilgrims, faint and weary,
And with tenderness and love;
Pointing thro’ earth’s darkness dreary,
To the glorious home above. [Refrain]
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10006