A passing thought, that soon is o'er,
That fades with morning's earliest beam,
And fills the musing mind no more.
4To us, O Lord, the wisdom give,
Each passing moment so to spend,
That we at length with thee may live
Where life and bliss shall never end.
108. C. M. 6l. Conder.
Where is God?
1Beyond, beyond that boundless sea,