I see the days glide down the west,
The seasons come and go;
The dear ones laid away to rest
Beneath the winter snow.
I hear, while standing near their bed,
So lonely, cold and drear,
A voice resounding from the dead,
Eternity is near, eternity is near.

I leave this sad and lonely place,
But leave it all in vain,
For when I see the furrowed face
I hear the voice again
Re-echo from beneath the sod,
Why waste your moments here?
Prepare, prepare to meet thy God!
Eternity is near, eternity is near.

I see the fairest flowers fade,
The rosy cheeks grow pale;
The awful wreck disease has made,
The strongest mortals fail.
They also speak to me of death
In language strong and clear;
Thy life is going with each breath,
Eternity is near, eternity is near.