Time by C. M. Willis

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 27, 1864

Time.

By C. M. Willis

Each hour spent in weary mourning, One hour less have we to stay; One hour less to wait the dawning Of a brighter, happier day. All its griefs and joys have tasted, All been held in its employ; Some improved it, others wasted, Some met sorrow, others joy.

While we're wishing time would hasten, Do we ever pause to think How our chance each hour lessens To escape from ruin's brink? Do we ever pause to ponder On these moments thrown away? How we use them, we must render Our account at that great day.

Not a word that has been spoken, Not an action or a thought, Not a vow that has been broken, In its record is forgot. And we'll meet that record, telling How the hour that now has gone, Has the list of crime been swelling, Or the good that has been done.

While the privilege then is given, Let each strive some good to do; Every day in which we're living Some good action have to show. Though 'tis but a cup of water, In the name of our dear Lord, Given to his son or daughter, It will meet a rich reward.

C. M. Willis. Charlotte, Mich.