It is not Time that flies-
'Tis we, 'tis we are flying ;
It is not Life that dies-
'Tis we, 'tis we are dying.
Time and Eternity are one;
Time is Eternity begun.
Life changes, yet without decay-
'Tis we alone who pass away.

It is not Truth that flies-
'Tis we, 'tis we are flying;
It is not Faith that dies-
'Tis we, 'tis we are dying.
Oh ever-during Faith and Truth,
Whose youth is age, whose age is youth!
Twin stars of immortality,
Ye cannot perish from our sky.

It is not Hope that flies-
'Tis we, 'tis we are flying;
It is not Love that dies-
'Tis we, 'tis we are dying.
Twin streams that have in heaven your birth,
Ye glide in gentle joy through earth.
We fade like flowers beside you sown;
Ye are still flowing, flowing on.

Yet we do but die to live;
It is from death we're flying;
Forever lives our Life-
For us there is no dying.
We die but as the spring-bud dies,
In summer's golden glow to rise.
These be our days of April bloom;
Our summer is beyond the tomb.

Horatius Bonar