Time, thou thief of all our schemes, sneaking in to steal our dreams.
Leaving us old men ‘er our thoughts would load us down with scheming plots.
Come my brother, lets join hands and through these clumsy, feeble bands,
Face the future brave and bold, ‘less our memories bring the cold.
Love and faith will lift our feet, marching to life’s rhythms sweet.
We shall meet the Saviour soon: Promised bride to promised groom.
Standing on the other side, families wait with swelling pride.
Carry high your laurels won – worthy to be Father’s son.