1 Like mists on the mount,
Like ships on the sea,
So swiftly the years
Of our short lives flee.

2 In the grave of our sires,
How soon we shall lie,
Dear children, today
To a Saviour fly.

3 How sweet are the flow'rs
In April and May!
But oft the frost makes
Them wither away.

4 Like flow'rs you may fade--
Are you ready to die?
While "yet there is room,"
To a Saviour fly.

5 When Samuel was young,
He first knew the Lord,
He slept in his smile,
And rejoic'd in his word.

6 So most of Christ's flock
Are early brought nigh:
O seek him in youth,
To a Saviour fly.