Days and Moments Quickly Flying

Days and mo­ments quick­ly fly­ing

Blend the liv­ing with the dead;

Soon our bo­dies will be ly­ing

Each with­in its nar­row bed.

Soon our souls to God who gave them

Will have sped their ra­pid flight:

Able now by grace to save them

O that

while we can

we might!

Jesus

in­fi­nite Re­deem­er

Maker of this migh­ty frame

Teach

O teach us to re­mem­ber

What we are

and whence we came.

Whence we came and whi­ther wend­ing

Soon we must through dark­ness go

To in­her­it bliss un­end­ing

Or eter­ni­ty of woe.

Jesus

mer­ci­ful Re­deem­er

Rouse dead souls to hear Thy voice;

Wake

O wake each idle dream­er

Now to make the eter­nal choice.

As a sha­dow

life is fleet­ing;

As a va­por so it flies;

For the old year now re­treat­ing

Pardon grant

and make us wise;

Wise that we our days may num­ber

Strive and wres­tle with our sin

Say not in our work

nor slum­ber

Till Thy glo­ri­ous rest we win.

Soon before the Judge all glo­ri­ous

We with all the dead shall stand:

Savior

ov­er death vic­tor­ious

Place us then on Thy right hand.