All Yesterday Is Past

All yes­ter­day is past

Tomorrow’s not our own;

Today may be our fi­nal chance

To bow be­fore the throne.

Tomorrow

Lord is Thine

Lodged in Thy sov­er­eign hand;

And if its sun arise and shine

It shines by Thy com­mand.

The pre­sent mo­ment flies

And bears our life away;

Oh

make the care­less tru­ly wise

That they may live to­day.

Hear ye His voice to­day

And hard­en not your heart;

Tomorrow He in jus­tice may

Pronounce the doom

De­part.

Upon a fleet­ing hour

Eternity is hung;

Lord

wak­en by Thy migh­ty pow­er

The ag­èd and the young.