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!

Though these great numbers do exceed
The powers of man to count indeed;
Yet O! compared they cannot be
With boundless, vast eternity.

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.

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.