CCCXXIX. The Vanity of worldly Schemes inferred from the Unceriainty of Life.

TO-MORROW, LORD, is thine,
Lodg'd in thy sov'reign Hand;
And if its Sun arise and shine,
It shines by thy Command.

The present Moment flies,
And bears our Life away;
O make thy Servants truly wise,
That they may live to-day.

Since on this winged Hour
Eternity is hung,
Waken by thine Almighty Pow'r
The Aged and the Young.

One Thing demands our Care;
O be it still persu'd!
Lest, slighted once, the Season fair
Should never be renew'd.

To Jesus may we fly
Swift as the Morning-Light,
Lest Life's young golden Beams should die
In sudden endless Night.