Hasted through the former year,
Many souls their race have run,
Nevermore to meet us here :
Fixed in an eternal state,
They have done with all below:
We a little longer wait ;
But how little, none can know..
2 As the winged 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 ;
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise 1
All below is but a dream.
3 Thanks for mercies past receive ;
Pardon of our sins renew ;
Teach us henceforth how to live,.
With eternity in view:
Bless Thy Word to old and young ;
Fill us with a Saviour's love ;
When our life's short race is run,
May we dwell with Thee above.