Only as I abide in the light of heaven do I fulfil the will of my maker. They pass by and are scorned. So passes the glory of the world. The sun guides me the shadows gone. Tak tent o'time, ere time be tint.
Time passes as a shadow.
Time flies, death urges, knells call, heaven invites. With warning hand I mark times rapid flight, From life's glad morning to its solemn night. Yet through the dear God's love, I also show, There's light above me by the shade below. And so resolve to spend They life on earth, that heaven shall be Thy home when time shall end. I stand amid the summer flowers To tell the passage of the hours.