Moments and minutes, hours and days

Moments and minutes, hours and days

Author: James Montgomery
Published in 1 hymnal

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Moments and minutes, hours and days,
To weeks, and months, and years amount;
Not one beyond its date delays:
For these we each must soon account.

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How well, how ill, howe'er employ'd,
Our health, our strength, our talents lent;
All we have suffer'd and enjoy'd,
In wisdom or in folly spent:--

The secret things in darkness seal'd,
All we have felt, thought, spoken, done;
In heaven's pure light must be reveal'd,
When time's last act puts out the sun.

With every twinkling of an eye,
With every step, pulse, motion, breath;
The longest human life draws nigh,
And nigher to the gates of death.

The past we never can recall,
The present none has power to hold;
The future is not--few of all
The millions born on earth grow old.

What, then, are we, and whither bent?
Our Saviour calls--let us obey;
This moment, minute, hour, repent,
And live for ever from this day.

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: Moments and minutes, hours and days
Author: James Montgomery
Meter: 8.8.8.8
Language: English



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