Days and moments quickly flying

Speed us onward to the dead

Oh, how soon shall we be lying

Each within his narrow bed

Jesus, merciful Redeemer

Rouse dead souls to hear Thy voice

Wake, oh wake each idle dreamer

Now to make the eternal choice

Mark we whither we are wending

Ponder how we soon must go

To inherit bliss unending

Or eternity of woe

As a shadow life is fleeting

As a vapour so it flies

For the bygone years retreating

Pardon grant and make us wise

Wise that we our days may number

Strive and wrestle with our sin

Stay not in our work nor slumber

Till Thy holy rest we win

Soon before the Judge all glorious

We with all the dead shall stand

Saviour over death victorious

Place us then on Thy right hand