The Passing Years

O, PASSING YEARS, O, passing years!
What will the future be?
The voice of centuries replies,
“ETERNITY.”
O, passing months, O, passing months!
What is your voice to me?
“Prepare to meet thy God, for soon―
ETERNITY.”
O, passing hours, O, passing hours!
Where shall the sinner flee?
“Flee to the Saviour’s arms, or dread
ETERNITY.”
Oh! listen to the breaking waves
Of life’s tumultuous sea;
On what shore do· those billows surge?
“ETERNITY.”
O, God and Saviour, linger yet,
While sinners bend the knee
And face, amid the shades of time,
ETERNITY.
H.W.