THE FLIGHT OF TIME by Almeida Martin

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 30, 1867

THE FLIGHT OF TIME.

By Almeida Martin

The days, the days, how swift they fly! How fast the months and years go by! And bear us surely on; And we shall soon be gathered home, No more on these dark shores to roam, When all our work is done.

How soon our sorrows and our joys, That are at best but idle toys, All vanish and decay. Of these our life on earth's made up; The sweet and bitter in one cup, Is mixed from day to day.

Yet weep not then; for every blow That we experience here below, Is for our profit given. Old father Time with quickened pace Will bring us soon to see God's face, Around his throne in Heaven.

Then bravely let us trials meet, No wish the moments were more fleet, So swiftly speeding past. And bravely in the power we'll trust Of God, the merciful and just, To meet in Heaven at last.

The happy hours we here have spent, Are sweet drops with the bitter sent, To teach us God is kind, To let us know 'tis but in love, He chastens us, that from above, We all may mercy find.

And let us understand and know That all is vanity below, Except to do God's will. If we but mark our lives with good, In lowly meekness as we should, His word he will fulfill.

Then with the Saviour we will rest, And live forever with the blest, In glory bright and free, Where Satan and the work he's done, And sin and death no more shall come, Throughout eternity.

ALMEIDA MARTIN.