1 Quickly my days have passed away,
[or, How quick my days have passed away,]
How soon alas, they’re gone!
Life’s gayest scenes decline in haste,
Just like the setting sun.
2 Always in motion, ne’er at rest,
My minutes onward roll;
Swift to pursue their destined course,
And soon will reach the goal.
3 Eternal pains or endless joys
Stand waiting at the door;
The moments past or those to come,
Are not within my power.
4 God of my strength and of my hope,
In whom I live and move,
Help me by Thine instructive grace
The present to improve.
5 And if through this revolving year,
Thou shouldst my life prolong,
Oh may Thy wisdom guide my steps,
Thy praise employ my tongue.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16085