Hour by hour, and day by day

Hour by hour, and day by day,
Week by week life wears away,
Month by month, and year by year,
Thousands come, and disappear,
While time's ceaseless sand runs on,
Soon flows out, and we are gone!
Gone! — and whither must thou go?
Dying sinner, — dost thou know
What thy destiny shall be
Throughout all eternity?

Hast thou thought, while life is flying,
Hast thou ever thought of dying,
Of the hour when thou must meet
God at His own judgment-seat,.
And to all here loved so well
Bid a long, a last farewell?
Where thy treasure, where thy trust?
Here, — 'mid worms and worlds of dust?
Or, — in that eternal home,
Where nor moth, nor rust doth come?

Use the moments as they fly,
Living, — know that thou must die;
Dying, — as thou daily art,
Let this hope that peace impart
Which God's word alone can give, —
They who sleep in Christ shall live!