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Verse 1
To-morrow, Lord, is Thine,
Lodged in Thy sovereign hand;
And if its sun arise and shine,
It shines by Thy command.
Verse 2
The present moment flies,
And bears our life away;
O make Thy servants truly wise,
That they may live to-day.
Verse 3
Since on this wingèd hour
Eternity is hung,
Waken, by Thine almighty power,
The aged and the young.
Verse 4
One thing demands our care,
O be it still pursued;
Lest, slighted once, the season fair
Should never be renewed.
Verse 5
To Jesus may we fly,
Swift as the morning light,
Lest life’s young golden beams should die
In sudden, endless night.