While with Ceaseless Course the Sun

While with cease­less course the sun

Hasted through the for­mer year

Many souls their race have run

Never more to meet us here;

Fixed in an eter­nal fate

They have done with all below;

We a lit­tle long­er wait

But how lit­tle—none can know.

As the wing­èd ar­row flies

Speedily the mark to find;

As the light­ning from the skies

Darts

and leaves no trace be­hind;

Swiftly thus our fleet­ing days

Bear us down life’s ra­pid stream;

Upwards

Lord

our spir­its raise

All be­low is but a dream.

Thanks for mer­cies past re­ceive

Pardon of our sins re­new;

Teach us

hence­forth

how to live

With eter­ni­ty in view:

Bless Thy Word to young and old

Fill us with a Sav­ior’s love;

And when life’s short tale is told

May we dwell with Thee ab­ove.