Teach me to spend each passing year, That, when I have fulfilled the span Another has pas Time and the world yet last. Not yet has Jesus conit To take his peonic nome. Te holy man anime. Jour connächst is sum: Thongi. Wicksmess was strong. shal, not be to long A little white, and tha Jesus shal, come again, "I give to mach; his due— Judgment mes; us; and true, When Jesus comes to reign, The world-ah! then how vain! Seek ye no earthly prize, Lift to the Heavens your eyes. Despise the toil and shame, Your Lord endured the same; Stand fast and persevere, To be with Jesus then, Like angels, not like men! Such glory to attain Were worth a little pain. Ye who are waxing faint, Make to the Lord complaint; Strive but to do his will, He will preserve you still. Ye who have gone astray, O heed the gracious call Of him who died for all, Now is the day of grace, Now seek the Saviour's face. One universal cry Be raised to God on high For safety in the strife, MORNING. "How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard ?" Long since has the orient Sun Through the heavens his course begun, Now the bee is on his road, Now the beasts, though wild and rude, |