Days and moments quickly flying
Blend the living with the dead;
Soon will you and I be lying,
Each within a 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.