SONGS OF ZION CHILDREN CALLED TO CHRIST - Robert Murray Mcchene

LIKE mist on the mountain,
Like ships on the sea,
So swiftly the years
Of our pilgrimage flee;
In the grave of our fathers
How soon we shall lie!
Dear children, to-day
To a Saviour fly.
How sweet are the flowerets
In April and May!
But often the frost makes
Them wither away.
Like flowers you may fade;
Are you ready to die?
While “yet there is room,”
To a Saviour fly.
When Samuel was young,
He first knew the Lord,
He slept in his smile
And rejoiced in his word;
So most of God’s children
Are early brought night:
Oh, seek Him in youth—
To a Saviour fly.
Do you ask me for pleasure?
Then lean on his breast,
For there the sin-laden
And weary find rest.
In the valley of death
You will triumphing cry—
“If this be called dying,
“Tis pleasant to die!”
Jan. 1, 1831.