Christian Worship The Fathers, Where Are They?

How swift the torrent rolls,
That bears us to the sea!
The tide that bears our thoughtless souls
To vast eternity!

Our fathers, where are they,
With all they called their own?
Their joys, and griefs, and hopes and cares,
And wealth and honor gone.

God of our fathers, hear,
Thou everlasting Friend!
While we, as on life’s utmost verge,
Our souls to thee commend.

Of all the pious dead
May we the footsteps trace,
Till with them, in the land of light,
We dwell before thy face.