897. C. M. Watts.
Project Gutenberg EPUB3 edition
Adams, John G. (John Greenleaf) and Chapin, E. H. (Edwin Hubbell)
The Same.
1Time! what an empty vapor 'tis!
And days, how swift they are!
Swift as an Indian arrow flies,
Or like a shooting star.
2The present moments just appear,
Then slide away in haste;
That we can never say, they're here;
But only say, they're past.
3Our life is ever on the wing,
And death is ever nigh;
The moment when our lives begin
We all begin to die.
4Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days
Thy lasting favors share;
Yet, with the bounties of thy grace,
Thou load'st the rolling year.
5'Tis sovereign mercy finds us food,
And we are clothed with love;
While grace stands pointing out the road
Which leads our souls above.