The Flight of Time

1 Tick by tick, the moments fleeting
Measure out the passing day;
While the rapid pulse is beating,
Slips our precious life away.
Hour by hour, the bell is tolling,
Someone’s sorrow, some farewell;
List, its tones so deeply rolling
Sound abroad a parting knell

Refrain:
Tick by tick, the moments fleeting
Measure out the passing day;
While the rapid pulse is beating,
Slips our precious life away.

2 Month by month, in waxing, waning;
Comes and goes the silver moon;
So we know the strength we’re gaining
Turns and weakens all too soon.
Year by year, our lives are aging,
Treading onward to the grave;
Fleeting hopes the heart engaging,
Time o’ertakes the bold and brave. [Refrain]

Source: The Service of Praise #150

• MIDI file from The Service of Praise #150