God of eternity, from Thee Did infant Time his being draw; Moments, and days, and months, and years, Revolve by Thine unvaried law. Silent and slow they glide away; Steady and strong the current flows, Lost in eternity's wide sea – The boundless gulf from whence it rose. With it the thoughtless sons of men Upon the rapid streams are borne Swift on to their eternal home, Whence not one soul can e'er return.