| Song | Time With An Unwearied Hand |
| Album | New Year Christian Songs |
| Genre | Church Christian Music |
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| Tags | Time With An Unwearied Hand |
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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!
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.
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.
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.
