3 Thanks for mercies past receive,
Pardon of our sins renew ;
Teach us, henceforth, how to live
With eternity in view ;
Bless thy word to young and old,
Fill us with a Saviour s love ;
And when life s short tale is told,
May we dwell with thee above !
2.
Time how Short.
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 who, as you or I,
The last year assembled thus,
In their silent graves now lie :
Graves will open soon for us.
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.
3 When constrain d to go alone,
Leaving all your love behind,
Ent ring on a world unknown,
What will then support your mind?
AVhen the Lord his summons sends,
Earthly comforts lose their power;
Honour, riches, kindred, friends,
Cannot cheer a dying hour.
4 Happy souls who fear the Lord!
Time is not too swift for you ;
When your Saviour gives the word.
Glad you ll bid the world adieu:
