Time keeps flying, like birds in flocks
Across the mountains, fields and rocks
O’er meadows wide midst giant hills
With rapid rivers, rushing rills
How wonderful to hear the sound
Of nature spreading all around
Be sure, our God is always there
To save each from this dark despair
Oh blesséd Lord, You do not fail
And with Your help, all will avail!
Claire V. Bogdanos 