ANOTHER year is gone!
Another season past!
And time’s fleet messengers are hastening on,
Each swifter than the last.
And as he bears us on his bosom wide,
We near the heavenly shore,
The soul’s sure haven―whatsoe’er betide―
When time shall be no more.
Another year, farewell!
Life’s fountain followeth still;
And God’s glad messengers the tidings tell
To “whosoever will”
But if thou tarry, oh! thou Christless soul,
Till grace no more forbear;
Then o’er thy head death’s waters dark shall roll―
The sinner’s doom beware!
Another year is o’er!
The glory gleameth bright!
And blood-bought messengers have gone before,
To dwell with Christ in light.
Then up and onward! till the daylight dawn,
And earth’s dark shadows flee;
And glory ushers in the fadeless morn
Of God’s Eternity.
D. O. S.