Flight of Time.
1 Another day is past,
The hours forever fled,
And time is bearing us away
To mingle with the dead.
2 Our minds in perfect peace
Our Father's care shall keep,
We yield to gentle slumber now,
For thou canst never sleep.
3 How blesséd, Lord, are they
On thee securely stayed!
Nor shall they be in life alarmed,
Nor be in death dismayed.