Sometimes when I am all alone
I wish for days gone by
To have again the years I’ve known
But with a wistful sigh;
I realize the stream of time
Can never backward flow
But must each day with measured chime
Unto the future go.
And as I’m borne along the stream
Although my heart may yearn
To see the past, ‘tis but a dream
I cannot there return;
This onward flowing tide is bent
To that eternal sea
Where waits that glorious event
Appointed once to me.
Through joyous tears I realize
My yesterdays are gone
And to the future’s golden skies
I must keep pressing on;
To where bright living waters spill
From Heaven’s throne for aye
And there’s no yesterdays but ‘twill
Forever be today.
I feel contented then at last
To let the present be
And hold my long and happy past
In hands of memory;
And cast my visionary sight
O’er Jordan’s ebon foam
To see by faith that holy light
From my tomorrow’s home.