Classic Poem

I.

While the swift wings of time doth fly,
Rouse up my soul, stretch ev'ry thought;
This world with all its joys must die,
And ev'ry mortal scene is short.

II.

Soon must I leave this house of clay,
And instantaneous take my flight
To the bright realms of endless day,
Or down to everlasting night.

III.

O for a blessed Saviour nigh,
To help in that important hour,
To waft my soul above the sky,
By his almighty arm of pow'r!

IV.

But if no Christ how dark the day,
When shudd'ring o'er th'important brink!
Helpless and guilty hurl'd away
In everlasting pain to sink.

V.

Lord help me now to take my flight
From darkness and the charms below;
O seal my life in realms of light.
Before death strikes the fatal blow.

VI.

Then welcome death to call me home,
To heav'nly joys with GOD my friend;
Where storms and sin can never come,
And all my fears shall have an end.