Swift as an Eagle’s Flight

Swift as an ea­gle’s flight

When hast­en­ing to his prey

So

Fa­ther

in Thy sight

Our mo­ments pass away;

Yet not too swift their course shall be

If they but bear us

Lord

to Thee.

As morn­ing mists

that fly

The foot­steps of the light;

As ev­en­ing clouds

that die

Beneath the touch of night:

So fly our years—Lord

let them be

As friends

to lead us home to Thee!

Thy mer­cies past we sing

The praise is Thine alone;

What fu­ture days shall bring

To none but Thee is known:

Yet

what­so­e’er our por­tion be

Conduct us safe to Heav’n and Thee.

On life’s fast-rush­ing tide

What dan­gers hov­er near?

Yet

if our Sav­ior guide

We shall no ship­wreck fear;

But joy­ful breast the stor­my sea

And land at last in Heav­en with Thee.