Oh
the clanging bells of time!
Night and day they never cease;
We are wearied with their chime
For they do not bring us peace;
And we hush our breath to hear
And we strain our eyes to see
If thy shores are drawing near
Eternity! Eternity!
Now their changes rise and fall
But in under tone sublime
Sounding clearly through them all
Is a voice that must be heard
As our moments onward flee
And it speaketh
aye
one word
To their voices
loud and low
In a long
unresting line
We are marching to and fro;
And we yearn for sight or sound
Of the life that is to be
For thy breath doth wrap us round
Soon their notes will all be dumb
And in joy and peace sublime
We shall feel the silence come;
And our souls their thirst will slake
And our eyes the King will see
When thy glorious morn shall break
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