Time fleeting.

TIME is winging us away To our eternal home; Life is but a winter's day— A journey to the tomb: Youth and vigor soon will flee, Blooming beauty lose its charms; All that's mortal soon will be Enclos'd in death's cold arms.

Time is winging us away To our eternal home; Life is but a winter's day— A journey to the tomb; But the Christian shall enjoy Health and beauty soon above; Far beyond the world's alloy, Secure in Jesus' love.