I
THIS LIFE IS LIKE A FLEETING SHADOW OF TIME
SO SWIFTLY PASSING BY
A FEW SHORT YEARS AND THEN THE EVENING BELLS CHIME
APPOINTED ONES TO DIE.
II
JUST LIKE THE FLOWERS IN THE SPRINGTIME MUST FADE
WE TOO MUST DISAPPEAR
BUT IF OUR FAITH IN JESUS IS FIRMLY STAYED
WE'LL LIVE AGAIN SOMEWHERE.
III
SOMEDAY WILL COME THE ENDING OF LIFE'S SHORT RACE
THIS CROSS I SHALL LAY DOWN
THEN OH WHAT RAPTURE IN THAT WONDERFUL PLACE
WHERE PEACE AND REST ARE FOUND.
CHORUS
THEY SAY MY DAYS ARE NUMBERED
GOD WILLS IT SO
HOW FAR I STILL MUST TRAVEL
I DO NOT KNOW
MY HOUSE MUST BE IN ORDER
AT EVENING TIDE
READY TO MEET THE BOATMAN
AT THE RIVERSIDE.