Time is flying—quickly flying,
Precious one do not delay,
Come to Jesus! Come to Jesus!
He delights to hear you pray.
Time is flying now, dear children,
Come and give your hearts away;
Come to Jesus! Come to Jesus!
He will teach you how to pray.
VISIT TO THE COUNTRY.
A little boy one morning rose,
And from his chamber high,
Saw with delight the sun was bright
And beautiful the sky.
For with his mother and his aunt,
That day full well he knew
Was planned for him a pleasant jaunt
Across the waters blue.
And soon from head to foot complete
The little boy was dressed;
But yet no breakfast could he eat,
So full of joy his breast.
Ere ten o’clock their trunks were packed,
And all were in array,
Nor yet a piece of cake they lacked
To eat upon the way.
Oh, had you seen the pretty boat
With mast and sail and oar,
In which the happy party float
The peaceful billows o’er.
By pebbly shore and island green,
Where thick the bushes grew,
Each little girl and boy, I ween,
Had longed to be there too.