Hymnal: Hymnal #327 (1871) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 To-morrow, Lord, is Thine,
Lodged in Thy sovereign hand;
And if its sun arise and shine,
It shines by Thy command.
2 The present moment flies,
And bears our life away;
O make Thy servants truly wise,
That they may live to-day.
3 Since on this wingèd hour
Eternity is hung,
Waken, by Thine Almighty power,
The aged and the young.
4 One thing demands our care;
O be it still pursued,
Lest, slighted once, the season fair
Should never be renew'd.
5 To Jesus may we fly
Swift as the morning light,
Lest life's young golden beams should die
In sudden, endless night. Topics: Family Worship Languages: English
To-morrow, Lord, is Thine