Amid the blue and starry sky

1 Amid the blue and starry sky,
A group of hours, one ev'n,
Met, as they took their upward flight
Into the highest heaven.
And ever higher, higher still,
Each hour sped on its way,--
Locked in its bosom evermore
The deeds and thoughts of day.

2 And some had gold and purple wings,
Some droop'd like fading flow'rs;
And sadly soar'd to tell the tale
That they were misspent hours.
Some glowed with rosy hope and smiles,
And some had many a tear;
Others had unkind words and acts
To carry upward there.

3 O use the flying hours aright,
As on the ear they chime;
The golden wings by which the day
Flies down the night of time;
And if we use them as they fly,
The wings of gold so fleet
Will leave behind, reflected far,
A lustre round our feet.


Source: The Morning Stars Sang Together: a book of religious songs for Sunday schools and the home circle #103