1 Another fleeting day is gone,
Slow o'er the west the shadows rise;
Swift the soft stealing hours have flown,
And night's dark mantle veils the skies.
2 Another fleeting day is gone,
Swept from the records of the year;
And still with each successive sun,
Life's fading visions disappear.
3 Another fleeting day is gone,
To tell thy secrets, O my soul;
Faithful before th'eternal throne
Thy slightest folly 'twill enrol.
4 Another fleeting day is gone,
To join the fugitives before:
And I, when life's employ is done,
shall sleep, to wake in time no more.
5 Another fleeting day is gone,
And soon a fairer day shall rise;
A day, whose never-setting sun,
Shall pour his light o'er cloudless skies.
6 Another fleeting day is gone,
In solemn silence rest, my soul;
Bend--bend before his awful throne,
Who bids the morn and evening roll!
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First Line: | Another fleeting day is gone |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | An Evening Hymn; Evening |