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Time, with an unwearied hand
Hymnal: Hymns for Schools and Families #132 (1861) Hymnal Title: Hymns for Schools and Families Languages: English
Time, with an unwearied hand
Time with an unwearied hand
Author: John Newton Hymnal: Hymns for Schools and Families #d161 (1862) Hymnal Title: Hymns for Schools and Families Languages: English
Time with an unwearied hand
Time with an unwearied hand
Author: John Newton Hymnal: Hymns, Selected from Various Authors, for the Use of Young Persons 3rd Am. from 9th London ed. #d240 (1840) Hymnal Title: Hymns, Selected from Various Authors, for the Use of Young Persons 3rd Am. from 9th London ed. Languages: English
Time with an unwearied hand
Time with an unwearied hand
Author: John Newton Hymnal: Hymns, Selected from Various Authors, for the Use of Young Persons #d221 (1826) Hymnal Title: Hymns, Selected from Various Authors, for the Use of Young Persons Languages: English
Time with an unwearied hand
Time, with an Unwearied Hand
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #6756 Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal Lyrics: 1. 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, well as you or I,
Who 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 constrained to go alone,
Leaving all you love behind;
Entering on a world unknown,
What will then support your mind?
When the Lord His summons sends,
Earthly comforts lose their power;
Honors, riches, kindred, friends,
Cannot cheer a dying hour.
4. Happy souls who fear the Lord
Time is not too swift for you;
When your Savior gives the word,
Glad you’ll bid the world adieu:
Then He’ll wipe away your tears,
Near Himself appoint your place;
Swifter fly, ye rolling years,
Lord, we long to see Thy face. Languages: English Tune Title: HOLLINGSIDE
Time, with an Unwearied Hand
