1 As flows the rapid river,
With channel broad and free,
Its waters rippling ever,
And hastening to the sea,
So life is onward flowing;
And days of offered peace,
And man is swiftly going
Where calls of mercy cease.
2 As moons are ever waning,
As hastes the sun away,
As stormy winds, complaining,
Bring on the wintry day;
So fast the night come o'er us,
The darkness of the grave;
And death is just before us--
God takes the life he gave.
3 Say, hath thy heart its treasure
Laid up in worlds above?
And is it all thy pleasure
Thy God to praise and love?
Beware! lest death's dark river
Its billows o'er thee roll,
And thou lament for ever
The ruin of thy soul.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #910