Hours and Days and Years and Ages

Hours and days and years and ag­es

Swift as mov­ing sha­dows flee;

As we scan life’s fleet­ing pag­es

Naught en­dur­ing do we see:

On the paths our feet are wend­ing

Footprints all will be ef­faced;

Present time to past is tend­ing

Though its page is not erased.

They’ve de­part­ed who have borne us

And we flour­ish on their graves;

Soon our child­ren will be­wail us

Dropping off like fall­ing leaves;

Dust of life

which time doth ga­ther

In the grave of death is stored;

Without Thee

Eter­nal Fa­ther

What is man on earth

O Lord?

Yet though time doth all things con­quer

It doth not our lot de­cide;

Thou alone

Eter­nal Fa­ther

Dost for aye our Lord ab­ide.

And when dan­gers round us ga­ther

They can­not our souls mo­lest;

In Thy Son Thou art our Father

In Thy love our heart dost rest.

Speed along

then

years and ag­es

With your glad­ness and your pain;

E’en when deep­est sor­row rag­es

Faithful doth our God re­main;

Tho’ all earth­ly friends for­sake us

Guided by His lov­ing hand

To His heart we’ll aye be­take us

Looking tow’rd our Fa­ther­land.