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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>THE HOUR-GLASS</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“His days shall be an hundred and twenty years.” Genesis 6:3</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_a_d_adams_jq.jpg" alt="John Quincy Adams (1767-1848)" width="133.333333333333" height="200"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_a_d_adams_jq.html" target="_blank">John Quincy Adams</a>; he wrote this hymn for the 200th anniversary of the First Congregational Church in Quincy, Massachusetts, September 29, 1839.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Gerald,” Louis Spohr, 1834 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_g_gerald.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Alas! how swift the moments fly!<br>
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How flash the years along!<br>
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Scarce here, yet gone already by,<br>
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The burden of a song.<br>
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See childhood, youth, and manhood pass,<br>
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And age, with furrowed brow;<br>
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Time was—Time shall be—drain the glass—<br>
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But where in Time is now?</p>
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<p>Time is the measure but of change;<br>
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No present hour is found;<br>
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The past, the future, fill the range<br>
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Of Time’s unceasing round.<br>
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Where, then is now? In realms above,<br>
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With God’s atoning Lamb<br>
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In regions of eternal love,<br>
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Where sits enthroned I AM.</p>
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<p>Then pilgrim, let thy joys and tears<br>
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On Time no longer lean;<br>
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But hence forth all thy hopes and fears<br>
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From earth’s affections wean:<br>
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To God let votive accents rise;<br>
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With truth, with virtue, live;<br>
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So all the bliss that Time denies<br>
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Eternity shall give.</p>
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