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.
Source: Linden Harp: a rare collection of popular melodies adapted to sacred and moral songs, original and selected. Illustrated. Also a manual of... #105