The Swift Declining Day

Verse 1

The swift declining day, How fast its moments fly! While evening's broad and gloomy shade Gains on the western sky.

Verse 2

Ye mortals, mark its pace, And use the hours of light; And know, its Maker can command At once eternal night.

Verse 3

Give glory to the Lord, Who rules the whirling sphere; Submissive at his footstool bow, And seek salvation there.

Verse 4

Then shall new lustre break Through death's impending gloom, And lead you to unchanging light, In your celestial home.