Time is winging us away
To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter’s day,
A journey to the tomb;
Youth and vigor soon will flee,
Blooming beauty lose its charms;
All that’s mortal soon shall be
Enclos’d in death’s cold arms.

Time is wingeing us away
To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter’s day,
A journey to the tomb;
But God’s children shall enjoy
Health and beauty soon above,
Far beyond the world’s alloy,
Secure in Jesus’ love.

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