Ye know not what shall be on the morrow. James 4:14
Words: Philip Doddridge (1702–1751). Published posthumously in Hymns Founded on Various Texts in the Holy Scriptures, by Job Orton (Shropshire, England: Joshua Eddowes & John Cotton, 1755), number 329:
The vanity of worldly schemes inferred from the uncertainty of life.
Music: Vigil (Albans), arranged from Giovanni Paisiello (1741–1816), in the St. Albans Tune Book, 1875 (🔊 pdf nwc).
Tomorrow, Lord, is Thine
Lodged in Thy sovereign hand;
And if its sun arise and shine,
It shines by Thy command.
The present moment flies,
And bears our life away;
O make Thy servants truly wise,
That they may live today.
Since on this wingèd hour
Eternity is hung,
Waken by Thine almighty power,
The agèd and the young.
One thing demands our care,
O be it still pursued;
Lest, slighted once, the season fair
Should never be renewed.
To Jesus may we fly
Swift as the morning light,
Lest life’s young golden beam should die
In sudden, endless night.