Time How Short
John Newton, 1779, from Olney Hymns, vol. 2, hymn 2
|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!
2. Daily sin, and care, and strife,
|3. When constrained to go alone,|
Leaving all you love behind;
Ent'ring on a world unknown,
What will then support your mind?
When the Lord his summons sends,
Earthly comforts lose their pow'r;
Honours, riches, kindred, friends,
Cannot cheer a dying hour.
4. Happy souls who fear the Lord