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