Time, what an empty vapor 'tis!
And days, how swift they are!
Swift as an Indian arrow flies
Or like a shooting star

The present moments just appear
Then slide away in haste
That we can never say, "They're here,"
But only say, "They're past."

Our life is ever on the wing
And death is ever nigh;
The moment when our lives begin
We all begin to die

Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days
Thy lasting favors share
Yet with the bounties of thy grace
Thou load'st the rolling year

'Tis sovereign mercy finds us food
And we are clothed with love;
While grace stands pointing out the road
That leads our souls above

His goodness runs an endless round;
All glory to the Lord!
His mercy never knows a bound
And be his name adored!
Thus we begin the lasting song;
And when we close our eyes
Let the next age thy praise prolong
Till time and nature dies