Christian Worship Time! What An Empty Vapor ’tis!
Time! what an empty vapor ’tis!
And days, how swift they are!
Swift as an Indian arrow flies,
Or like a shooting star.
The present moments just appear,
Then slide away in haste;
That we can never say, they’re here;
But only say, they’re past.
Our life is ever on the wing,
And death is ever nigh;
The moment when our lives begin
We all begin to die.
Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days
Thy lasting favors share;
Yet, with the bounties of thy grace,
Thou load’st the rolling year.
‘Tis sovereign mercy finds us food,
And we are clothed with love;
While grace stands pointing out the road
Which leads our souls above.