Each succeeding generation
                                        
                                        At Thy mighty word appears;
                                        
                                        Thou dost count in time’s duration
                                        
                                        One day as a thousand years.
                                        
                                        Death, with swift and sudden warning,
                                        
                                        Calls us from life’s dream away,
                                        
                                        Like the grass, green in the morning,
                                        
                                        Withered ere the close of day.