Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #479 (1814) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The swift declining day,
How fast its moments fly!
While evening's broad and gloomy shade
Spreads o'er the western sky.
2 Ye mortals! mark its pace;
Improve the hours of light;
And know, your Maker can command
An instantaneous night.
3 His word blots out the sun
In its meridian blaze,
And cuts from smiling vig'rous youth
The remnant of its days.
4 On the dark mountain's brow
Your feet shall quickly slide;
And from its airy summit dash
Your momentary pride.
5 Give glory to the Lord,
Who rules the rolling spree;
Submissive at his footstool bow,
And seek salvation there.
6 One thing demands your care:
O be it still pursu'd!
Lest, slighted once, the season fair
Should never be renew'd. Topics: Death Languages: English
The swift declining day