The days are swiftly going by,
The fleeting, passing moments say;
With rapid wing they speed away,
Nor in their onward journey stay.
Thy grace, O Lord, on us bestow,
Teach us the ways of sin to shun;
Give us the joys of Heav’n to know,
When life’s short race with us is run.
The morning light but scarcely breaks
Before the night’s dark gloom appears;
An everlasting flight it takes,
And joins the dead and buried years.
Thy grace, O Lord, on us bestow,
Teach us the ways of sin to shun;
Give us the joys of Heav’n to know,
When life’s short race with us is run.
Life is a day that soon is o’er,
A span of time that quickly flies;
And then we sleep, to dream no more
Till resurrection’s morn we rise.
Thy grace, O Lord, on us bestow,
Teach us the ways of sin to shun;
Give us the joys of Heav’n to know,
When life’s short race with us is run.
This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by J. S. Kimbrough and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.
