<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421645" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Time How Short</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time, with an unwearied hand,<br>Pushes round the seasons past,<br>And in life's frail glass, the sand<br>Sinks apace, not long to last:<br>Many, well as you or I,<br>Who last year assembled thus;<br>In their silent graves now lie,<br>Graves will open soon for us! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Daily sin, and care, and strife,<br>While the Lord prolongs our breath,<br>Make it but a dying life,<br>Or a kind of living death:<br>Wretched they, and most forlorn,<br>Who no better portion know;<br>Better ne'er to have been born,<br>Than to have our all below. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When constrained to go alone,<br>Leaving all you love behind;<br>Ent'ring on a world unknown,<br>What will then support your mind?<br>When the Lord his summons sends,<br>Earthly comforts lose their pow'r;<br>Honours, riches, kindred, friends,<br>Cannot cheer a dying hour. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Happy souls who fear the Lord<br>Time is not too swift for you;<br>When your Saviour gives the word,<br>Glad you'll bid the world adieu:<br>Then he'll wipe away your tears,<br>Near himself appoint your place;<br>Swifter fly, ye rolling years,<br>Lord, we long to see thy face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Newton">John Newton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421645" data-title="Time How Short de John Newton" data-description="Time, with an unwearied hand, Pushes round the seasons past, And in life's frail glass, the sand Sinks apace, not long to last: Many, well as you or I, Who last year assembled thus; In their silent graves now lie, Graves will open soon for us! D..."></div> </div> </div>

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