Text: | While with Ceaseless Course the Sun |
Author: | John Newton |
1 While with ceaseless course the sun
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 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:
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise;
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 young and old,
Fill us with a Saviour's love;
And when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with Thee above.
Amen.
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First Line: | While with ceaseless course the sun |
Title: | While with Ceaseless Course the Sun |
Author: | John Newton |
Publication Date: | 1937 |