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ETERNITY.

WULFFER.

ETERNITY! Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity!
Yet onward still to thee we speed,
As to the fight th' impatient steed,
As ship to port, or shaft from bow,
Or swift as couriers homeward go:
Mark well, O man, Eternity!

Eternity! Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity!
As in a ball's concentric round,
Nor starting point nor end is found,
So thou, Eternity, so vast,
No entrance and no exit hast:
Mark well, O man, Eternity!

Eternity! Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity!
A ring whose orbit still extends,
And, ne'er beginning, never ends;
"Always" thy centre, ring immense !
And "Never" thy circumference:
Mark well, O man, Eternity!

Eternity! Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity!

Came there a bird each thousandth year, One sand-grain from the hills to bear,

When all had vanished, grain by grain,

Eternity would still remain:

Mark well, O man, Eternity!

Eternity Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity!

As long as God shall God remain,
So long shall last hell's torturing pain,
So long the joys of heaven shall be;
O long delight! long misery!
Mark well, O man, Eternity!

Eternity Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity!
O man! let oft thy musings dwell
Upon the dreadful woes of hell,
Oft on the saints' all glorious lot,
For both shall last when time is not:
Mark well, O man, Eternity!

Eternity Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity!

The thought of thee in pain, how dread!
In joy, how bright thy prospects spread!
For here God's goodness glads our eyes,
And there his justice terrifies;
Mark well, O man, Eternity!

Eternity Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity!

Who here lived poor and sore distressed, Now truly rich, with God doth rest! With joys consoled for all his ill,

He lives to praise God's goodness still. Mark well, O man, Eternity!

Eternity Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity!

A moment's pleasure sinners know, Through which they pass, to endless wo; A moment's wo the righteous taste, Through which to endless joy they haste : Mark well, O man, Eternity!

Eternity! Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity!

Who looks to thee alone is wise,
Sin's pleasures all he can despise :
The world attracts him now no more,
His love for vain delights is o'er:
Mark well, O man, Eternity!

Eternity! Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity!

Who thinks on thee speaks thus with God,
"Here prove me with thy chastening rod,
O! let me here thy judgments bear,
Hereafter, Lord, in mercy spare!"
Mark well, O man, Eternity!

Eternity! Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity!

"O man! I warn thee, think on me,

Think oft on me, Eternity;

For I the sinner's wo shall prove,
And recompense of pious love:"

Mark well, O man, Eternity!

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Asleep in Jesus blessed sleep,

A voice within us speaks that startling word,
Awake my soul not only passive praise,

Awake sweet harp of Judah wake,

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Behold this ruin, 'twas a skull,

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Breast the wave Christian,

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Come, while the blossoms of thy years are brightest,

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Dark was the long predicted night,
Day of wrath, that awful day,

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For the strength of the hills we bless thee,

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For thou wert born of woman, thou didst come,
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Freshly the cool breath of the coming eve,
Friend after friend departs,

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God might have made the earth bring forth,
God of my life and author of my days,

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Happiness, thou lovely name,

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Hear, Father hear, thy faint afflicted flock,
Heaven opened wide her ever during gates,
He knelt, the Saviour knelt and prayed,
Here bliss is short, imperfect, insecure,

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He that from dross would win the precious ore,
Hope sets the stamp of vanity on all,

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How goodly is the earth,

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How poor, how rich, how abject, how august,
How shocking must thy summons be, O death,
How smiling wakes the verdant
How sweet in the musing of faith to repair,
How withered, perished seems the form,

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