Time, with an Unwearied Hand
VERSE 1
Time,
with an unwearied hand,
Pushes
round the seasons past,
And in
life’s frail glass, the sand
Sinks
apace, not long to last:
Many,
well as you or I,
Who last
year assembled thus;
In their
silent graves now lie,
Graves
will open soon for us!
VERSE 2
Daily
sin, and care, and strife,
While
the Lord prolongs our breath,
Make it
but a dying life,
Or a
kind of living death:
Wretched
they, and most forlorn,
Who no
better portion know;
Better
ne’er to have been born,
Than to
have our all below.
VERSE 3
When
constrained to go alone,
Leaving
all you love behind;
Entering
on a world unknown,
What
will then support your mind?
When the
Lord His summons sends,
Earthly
comforts lose their power;
Honors,
riches, kindred, friends,
Cannot cheer a dying hour.
VERSE 4
Happy
souls who fear the Lord
Time is
not too swift for you;
When
your Savior gives the word,
Glad
you’ll bid the world adieu:
Then
He’ll wipe away your tears,
Near
Himself appoint your place;
Swifter
fly, ye rolling years,
Lord, we
long to see Thy face.
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