Death has been here, and borne away
A scholar from our side;
Just in the morning of his day,
As young as we, he died.
Perhaps our time may be as short,
Our days may fly as fast:
O Lord, impress the solemn thought,
That this may be our last.
We cannot tell who next may fall
Beneath the chastening rod;
One must be first, but may we all
Be ready to meet God.