TIME IS PASSING | AdventAI

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 9, 1873

TIME IS PASSING.

Time is running in his chariot, Rapidly his wheels go round; Though they leave no dust behind them, Though they have no rumbling sound; Silently they bear us onward, Soon our journey will be o'er, Soon our feet shall press the meadows Of the vast eternal shore.

Flying months and years remind us Of the world we're passing to; Let us leave good deeds behind us, In the world we're passing through, Which shall be the seeds of kindness, Watered by celestial dew, And shall bear good fruit for others— Fruits of joy, and peace, and love— Which shall lead to songs of triumph, In the immortal land above.

Men are born and men are dying, Thousands come, not one to stay; Time is swift, his wheels are flying, Never ceasing, night or day, For the laughter, nor the crying, For the stricken or the gay; Crushing down the God-defying— They who laugh at death's delay; And for sorrow, sin, and sighing, Bearing gentle souls away.

Plans and schemes of men and nations, Hearts and homes and homesteads free, Granite walls and art's creations, All the eye delights to see. All the ear delights in hearing, Crumble, tumble, fall and fade. Oh! we need a world more cheering, Free from graves and cypress shade. Thanks to God! that world we're nearing, In eternal sapphires laid.