ETERNITY. WULFFER. ETERNITY! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! No entrance and no exit hast: Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, 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, Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! The thought of thee in pain, how dread! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! Who here lived poor and sore distressed, 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, Eternity Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! Who thinks on thee speaks thus with God, 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, Ah! little think the gay licentious proud, Alone I walked the ocean strand, And wilt thou hear the fevered heart, A rose upon her mossy stem, Asleep in Jesus blessed sleep, A voice within us speaks that startling word, Awake sweet harp of Judah wake, B Behold this ruin, 'twas a skull, Breast the wave Christian, Bright clouds ye are gathering one by one, Broken-hearted weep no more, Brothers the day declines, By cool Siloam's shady rill, C Come, while the blossoms of thy years are brightest, 115 D Dark was the long predicted night, - E Earth to earth and dust to dust, 220 Ere the foundations of the world were laid, 230 256 F Fear was within the tossing bark, 87 For the strength of the hills we bless thee, 146 For thou wert born of woman, thou didst come, 33. For what shall I praise thee, my God and my King, - 210 Freshly the cool breath of the coming eve, Friend after friend departs, 160 98 20 God might have made the earth bring forth, Hear, Father hear, thy faint afflicted flock, 38 99 22 117. 63 He that from dross would win the precious ore, 202 86 How goodly is the earth, 251 How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, |