1 Time is winging us away
To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter's day--
A journey to the tomb;
Youth and vigor soon will flee,
Blooming beauty lose its charms;
All that's mortal soon shall be
Inclosed in death's cold arms.
2 Time is bearing us away
To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter's day--
A journey to the tomb;
But the saints shall soon enjoy
Life--immortal life above,
Where no worldly griefs annoy,
Where Jesus reigns in love.
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First Line: | Time is winging us away |
Meter: | 7s & 6s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | Life: Its Brevity |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |