While with Ceaseless Course the Sun

Time how swift by John Newton


 * 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.