William Billings - Broad Cove - текст песни (слова)

Time, what an empty vapor 'tis!
 And days, how swift they are!
 Swift as an Indian arrow flies,
 Or like a shooting star.
 
 [The present moments just appear,
 Then slide away in haste,
 That we can never say, “They're here,”
 But only say, “They're past.”]
 
 [Our life is ever on the wing,
 And death is ever nigh;
 The moment when our lives begin
 We all begin to die.]
 
 Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days
 Thy lasting favors share,
 Yet with the bounties of thy grace
 Thou load'st the rolling year.
 
 'Tis sovereign mercy finds us food,
 And we are clothed with love;
 While grace stands pointing out the road
 That leads our souls above.
 
 His goodness runs an endless round;
 All glory to the Lord!
 His mercy never knows a bound,
 And be his name adored!
 
 Thus we begin the lasting song;
 And when we close our eyes,
 Let the next age thy praise prolong,
 Till time and nature dies.