Soon our souls to God who gave them Will have sped their rapid flight ;
Able now by grace to save them, Oh that, while we can, we might !
Jesus, infinite Redeemer, Maker of this mighty frame,
Teach, oh teach us to remember What we are, and whence we came.
Whence we came, and whither wending, By thy mercy grant that we
May at last, in life unending, Find our perfect rest in thee.
Life passeth soon ; Death draweth near : Keep us, good Lord, Till thou appear, — With thee to live. With thee to die. With thee to reign through eternity.
��As a shadow life is fleeting ;
As a vapour, so it flies ; For the bygone years retreating
Pardon grant, and make us wise, —
Wise that we our days may number. Strive and wrestle with our sin.
Stay not in our work, nor slumber, Till thy holy rest we win.
Jesus, merciful Redeemer,
Rouse dead souls to hear thv voice ; Wake, oh wake each idle dreamer
Now to make the eternal choice.
Soon before the Judge all glorious We with all the dead shall stand ;
Saviour, over death victorious. Place us then at thy right hand.
Life passeth soon ; Death draweth near : Keep us, good Lord, Till thou appear, — With thee to live, With thee to die, With thee to reign through eternity.
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