Isaac Watts

“ Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
⁠Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
⁠Dies at the opening day.
O God, our help in ages past,
⁠Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guard while life shall last,
⁠And our eternal home. ”

“ A thousand ages in Thy sight
⁠Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
⁠Before the rising sun. ”