Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: While with ceaseless course the sun
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 7s eight lines
Tune: Benevento
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 194, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsWhile, with ceaseless course, the sun
Hasted through another year,
Many souls their race have run,
Nevermore to meet us here;
Fix'd in an eternal state,
They have done with all below:
We a little longer wait,
But how little none can know.
As the winged arrow flies
Speedily the mark to find,
As the lightning from the skies
Darts, and leaves no trace behind,
Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Bear us down life's rapid stream;
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise;
All below is but a dream.
Thanks for mercies past receive,
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us henceforth how to live
With eternity in view.
Bless thy word to young and old;
Fill us with a Savior's love;
And, when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with thee above.