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.