Another day is past, The hours forever fled

Verse 1

Another day is past, The hours for ever fled, And time is bearing me in haste, To mingle with the dead.

Verse 2

Perhaps my closing eyes No more may hail the light, Seal'd up, before the morning rise, In everlasting night.

Verse 3

But I've a part to live, A never dying ray, The soul, immortal, will survive The ruins of her clay.

Verse 4

This mortal frame must lie Unconscious in the tomb, But oh! where will my spirit fly, And what will be her doom?

Verse 5

On the tremendous brink Of vast eternity, Where souls with strange amazement shrink, What will my prospect be?

Verse 6

When the dark gulph below, With death and horror fraught, Reveals its scenes of endless woe— Oh dreadful, dreadful thought!

Verse 7

But lo! yon shining skies Beam down a chearful ray, And bid my drooping hopes arise To glorious realms of day.

Verse 8

'Tis there my Saviour lives, My Lord, my life, my light; His blissful name my soul revives— Adieu to death and night.

Verse 9

He conquer'd death and hell, And victorious love Shall bear his ransom'd friends, to dwell In his bright courts above.

Verse 10

Jesus! and art thou mine? O let thy heav'nly voice Confirm my hope with pow'r divine, And bid my soul rejoice.

Verse 11

Then shall my closing eyes, Contended, sink to rest; For if to night this body lies, My spirit shall be blest.