Number: 467
English: 
Title: Your Days Are But a Shadow Here
Name: 
Words: Sam Jones
Music: Arr. J. M'W. Bonnar
Copyright: 
Meter: 
Form: 

Your days are but ¤a shad¤ow here,
And swift¤ly draw¤¤ing to an end;
When death’s dark stream ¤shall cross your path,
¤How will it ¤fare ¤with you, my friend?

Chorus:
Oh, turn at God’s re¤¤¤proof,
You soon must stand a¤¤¤lone,
To face the ¤Judge of all the ¤earth
Be¤fore the Great White Throne.

Your beau¤ty will ¤con¤sume a¤way,
And time will waste ¤and wear your gold;
What then will soothe ¤your ach¤ing heart
¤When you are ¤found ¤out¤side the fold?

How vain to seek ¤for treas¤ure here,
And sell your soul ¤for things that die;
Then have to face ¤e¤ter¤ni¤ty,
¤No hope, no ¤treas¤¤ures, in the sky.

Oh, turn a¤way ¤at God’s re¤proof,
From things which now ¤cor¤rupt your soul,
He of¤fers you ¤e¤ter¤nal life
¤With Him, while ¤count¤¤less a¤ges roll.