Time Is Passing
How fast the time is passing by!
The green grass mantles earth again,
And birds are warbling in the sky,
Flowers bloom where late the frost has been.
All nature springs to life anew,
And gently speaks to us of God;
Come, children, join the gladsome song,
And sound his glorious praise abroad.
Oh! Does this thought our bosoms cheer,
While the successive seasons roll,
We are, with each revolving year,
Advancing toward the heavenly goal?
ED