To-morrow, Lord! is thine,

Lodged in thy sovereign hand;

And if its sun arise and shine,

It shines by thy command.

2 The present moment flies,

And bears our life away;

O, make thy servants truly wise,

That they may live to-day.

3 Since on this fleeting hour

Eternity is hung,

Awake, by thine almighty power,

The agéd and the young.

4 One thing demands our care;

O, be it still pursued!

Lest, slighted once, the season fair

Should never be renewed.

5 To Jesus may we fly,

Swift as the morning light,

Lest life’s young, golden beams should die

In sudden, endless night.