How long sometimes a day appears
And weeks, how long are they!
Months move as slow as if the years
Would never pass away.
But months and years are passing by,
And soon must all be gone;
For day by day, as minutes fly,
Eternity comes on.
Days, months, and years must have an end;
Eternity has none;
’Twill always have as long to spend
As when it first begun.
Great God, we children cannot tell
How such a thing can be;
But do Thou grant that we may dwell
That long, long time with Thee.