SWIFT ARE THE DAY'S PASSING.

Swift are the day's passing,
The hours short and unlasting;
Mere moments through the ages,
Each day the turning of pages.

Swift are the days, fast fleeting,
Soon our lives we'll be completely,
Time will bother us no more,
Standing at eternity's door.

Like fog at the sun's burning,
Swift can end life, without warning;
Life a mere transient dream,
That too soon loses its gleam.

Life without Christ has no meaning,
Soon eternity's convening;
Are you ready for life's completing,
Will you hear the Savior's greeting?

Well done, faithful servant, come,
Welcome to your eternal home;
No more worries, no more fears,
No more sorrows,
No more tears.