I reioyced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord. Psalm 122:1 (Geneva Bible)
THE END OF THE DAY
Horatius Bonar (1808–1889)
COME, for thy day, thy wasted day, is closing,
With all its joy and sun;
Bright, loving hours have passed thee by unheeded;
Thy work on earth undone,
And all thy race unrun.
Folly and pleasure hast thou still been chasing,
With the world’s giddy throng,
Beauty and love have been thy golden idols;
And thou hast rushed along,
Still list’ning to their song.
Sorrow and weeping thou hast cast behind thee,
For what were tears to thee?
Life was not life without the smile and sunshine;
Only in revelry
Did wisdom seem to be.
Unclasp, O man, the syren hand of pleasure,
Let the gay folly go!
A few quick years will bring the unwelcome ending;
Then whither dost thou go,
To endless joy or woe?
Clasp a far truer hand, a kinder, stronger,
Of Him the crucified;
Let in a deeper love into thy spirit,
The love of Him who died,
And now is glorified!
—Horatius Bonar, Hymns of Faith and Hope, First Series (James Nisbet & Co., 1878).
Psalme 119:49–56
(Geneva Bible)
Zain.
49 Remember the promise made to thy seruant, wherein thou hast caused me to trust.
Grace be with you, and Peace from God our Father, and from the Lorde Jesus Christ.
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