A hundred years ago, not one

A hundred years ago, not one

Author: James Montgomery
Published in 1 hymnal

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A hundred years ago, not one
Of us had sprung to birth;
A hundred years to come, and none
Can hope to walk this earth.

We are, we were not! here our mind
Looks round with hopes and fears;
This point is Time; before, behind,
Eternity appears.

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'Tis yet, through grace, within our power,
To choose what we would be;
On the decision of an hour,
Depends eternity.

This hour! this moment, let us take
The narrow upward path;
This hour, this moment, all forsake
The broad down road to wrath.

O Lord, our Shepherd! lest like sheep,
Thy children go astray,
Feed us with knowledge, guide and keep
Our souls in Thy right way.

So, when a hundred years are fled,
Remembering this day's choice,
On earth, though number'd with the dead,
In heaven, may we rejoice.

Sacred Poems and Hymns

Author: James Montgomery

Montgomery, James, son of John Montgomery, a Moravian minister, was born at Irvine, Ayrshire, Nov. 4, 1771. In 1776 he removed with his parents to the Moravian Settlement at Gracehill, near Ballymena, county of Antrim. Two years after he was sent to the Fulneck Seminary, Yorkshire. He left Fulneck in 1787, and entered a retail shop at Mirfield, near Wakefield. Soon tiring of that he entered upon a similar situation at Wath, near Rotherham, only to find it quite as unsuitable to his taste as the former. A journey to London, with the hope of finding a publisher for his youthful poems ended in failure; and in 1792 he was glad to leave Wath for Shefield to join Mr. Gales, an auctioneer, bookseller, and printer of the Sheffield Register newspap… Go to person page >

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First Line: A hundred years ago, not one
Author: James Montgomery
Meter: 6.6.8.6
Language: English



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