Christian Worship Mark How The Swift-winged Minutes Fly

Mark how the swift-winged minutes fly,
And hours still hasten on!
How swift the circling months run round!
How soon the year is gone!

How is our debt of love increased
To that sustaining Power,
Who hath upheld our feeble frame,
And blest each rolling hour.

For all thy favors, O our God,
Thy goodness we adore;
Thou hast our cup with blessings filled,
And made that cup run o’er.

What shall befall in future life,
We would not, Lord, inquire:
To be prepared for all thy will.
Be this our chief desire.