L.M.
1
Measure the ocean with the hand,
And on the shore count every sand;
Each drop and grain a million years,
If reckoned, what a sum appears!
2
Though these great numbers do exceed
The powers of man to count indeed;
Yet O! compared they cannot be
With boundless, vast eternity.
3
Then think, child, how important ’tis,
To know if you’re an heir of bliss,
We must for ever, ever be,
In endless joy, or misery.
4
Eternity! O awful sound!
I’d pray to be in Jesus found,
And may God’s sovereign grace so free,
Make me His child eternally.
