The Days Are Swiftly Going By

The days are swift­ly go­ing by

The fleet­ing

pass­ing mo­ments say;

With ra­pid wing they speed away

Nor in their on­ward jour­ney stay.

Thy grace

O Lord

on us be­stow

Teach us the ways of sin to shun;

Give us the joys of Heav’n to know

When life’s short race with us is run.

The morn­ing light but scarce­ly breaks

Before the night’s dark gloom ap­pears;

An ev­er­last­ing flight it takes

And joins the dead and bur­ied years.

Life is a day that soon is o’er

A span of time that quick­ly flies;

And then we sleep

to dream no more

Till re­sur­rect­ion’s morn we rise.