L. M. Doddridge. Close of the Year. |
1 God of eternity! from Thee Did infant time his being draw; Moments and days, and months and years, Revolve by Thine unvaried law. 2 Silent and swift they glide away: Steady and strong the current flows, Lost in eternity's wide sea, The boundless gulf from which it rose. 3 Great Source of wisdom! teach our hearts To know the price of every hour, That time may bear us on to joys Beyond its measure and its power.
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