Time is winging us away

To our eternal home;

Life is but a winter’s day—

A journey to the tomb;

Youth and vigor soon will flee;

Blooming beauty lose its charms;

All that’s mortal soon shall be

Inclosed in death’s cold arms.

2 Time is winging us away

To our eternal home;

Life is but a winter’s day—

A journey to the tomb!

But the Christian shall enjoy

Health and beauty soon above,

Far beyond the world’s alloy,

Secure in Jesus’ love.