Tomorrow, Lord, Is Thine

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;

O make Thy serv­ants tru­ly wise

That they may live to­day.

Since on this wing­èd hour

Eternity is hung

Waken by Thine al­migh­ty pow­er

The ag­èd and the young.

One thing de­mands our care

O be it still pur­sued;

Lest

slight­ed once

the sea­son fair

Should nev­er be re­newed.

To Je­sus may we fly

Swift as the morn­ing light

Lest life’s young gold­en beam should die

In sud­den

end­less night.