1 I sometimes feel the thread of life is slender,
And soon with me the labor will be wrought;
Then grows my heart to other hearts more tender—
The time is short, the time is short.
Refrain:
Up, up, my soul, the long spent time redeeming;
Tell thou of hope that Jesus’ blood has bought;
Light other lamps while yet the light is beaming—
The time is short, the time is short.
2 Think of the souls thou might’st have blest when brightly
The suns to Thee life’s choicest seasons brought,
Years lost to God in pleasure passing lightly—
The time is short, the time is short. [Refrain]
3 The time is short! Then be thy heart a brother’s
To ev’ry heart that needs Thy help in aught!
How oft they need the sympathy of others—
The time is short, the time is short. [Refrain]
4 Strangers or friends, give them thy best endeavor,
Thy warmest impulse and Thy holiest thought;
Keeping in mind, in word and action, ever,
The time is short, the time is short. [Refrain]
Source: The Voice of Thanksgiving No. 2 #6