The Hour-Glass
VERSE 1
Alas!
how swift the moments fly!
How
flash the years along!
Scarce
here, yet gone already by,
The
burden of a song.
See
childhood, youth, and manhood pass,
And age,
with furrowed brow;
Time
was—Time shall be—drain the glass—
But
where in Time is now?
VERSE 2
Time is
the measure but of change;
No
present hour is found;
The
past, the future, fill the range
Of
Time’s unceasing round.
Where,
then is now? In realms above,
With
God’s atoning Lamb,
In
regions of eternal love,
Where
sits enthroned I AM.
VERSE 3
Then
pilgrim, let thy joys and tears
On Time
no longer lean;
But
henceforth all thy hopes and fears
From
earth’s affections wean:
To God
let votive accents rise;
With
truth, with virtue, live;
So all
the bliss that Time denies
Eternity
shall give.
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