Tomorrow, Lord, is Thine Lodged in Thy sovereign hand; And if its sun arise and shine, It shines by Thy command. The present moment flies, And bears our life away; O make Thy servants truly wise, That they may live today. Since on this wing?d hour Eternity is hung, Waken, by Thine almighty power, The ag?d and the young. One thing demands our care, O be it still pursued; Lest, slighted once, the season fair Should never be renewed. To Jesus may we fly Swift as the morning light, Lest life's young golden beam should die In sudden, endless night.