The days are swift­ly go­ing by,
The fleet­ing, pass­ing mo­ments say;
With ra­pid wing they speed away,
Nor in their on­ward jour­ney stay.

Refrain

Thy grace, O Lord, on us be­stow,
Teach us the ways of sin to shun;
Give us the joys of Heav’n to know,
When life’s short race with us is run.

The morn­ing light but scarce­ly breaks
Before the night’s dark gloom ap­pears;
An ev­er­last­ing flight it takes,
And joins the dead and bur­ied years.

Refrain

Life is a day that soon is o’er,
A span of time that quick­ly flies;
And then we sleep, to dream no more
Till re­sur­rect­ion’s morn we rise.

Refrain