Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#656

656. My flying years, time urges on

1 My flying years, time urges on;
What's mortal must decay;
My friends--my youth's companions gone,
Can I expect to stay?

2 Can I exemption plead, when death
Projects his awful dart?
Can med'cine then prolong my breath?
Or virtue shield my heart?

3 Oh! no--then smooth, O Lord, the hour;
On thee my hope depends:
Support me with almighty pow'r,
While dust to dust descend.

4 Then shall my soul, O gracious God!
(While angels guard the way,)
With rapture haste to thine abode,
To dwell in endless day.

5 Thro' heaven, howe'er remote the bound,
Thy love I'll then proclaim:
And join the choir of saints that sound
Their great Redeemer's name.

Text Information

• First Line: My flying years, time urges on
• Meter: C. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Scripture:
  Isaiah 46:4
• Topic: For the young and old; Old Age

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