The Flight of Time an incentive to Religious Diligence

To-day is added to our time,
Yet while we sing, it glides away;
How soon shall we be past our prime;
For where, alas! is yesterday?

Gone--gone into eternity:
There, every day in turn appears;
Tomorrow--O 'twill never be,
If we should live a thousand years!

Our time is all to-day, to-day,
The same, though changed;--and while it flies,
With still small voice the moments say--
"To-day, to-day, be wise, be wise!"

Then wisdom from above impart,
Lord God! send forth Thy light and truth,
To guide our feet, inform our heart,
And make us Christians from our youth.