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THE ETERNITY OF GOD. II
Time of all creatures is least like to Thee, And yet it is our share of Thine eternity.
Oh change and time are storms For lives so thin and frail as ours ;
For change the work of grace deforms With love that soils, and help that overpowers; And time is strong, and, like some chafing sea, It seems to fret the shores of Thine eternity.
Weak, weak, for ever weak! We cannot hold what we possess;
Youth cannot find, age will not seek, — Oh weakness is the heart's worst weariness: But weakest hearts can lift their thoughts to Thee; It makes us strong to think of Thine eternity.
Thou hadst no youth, great God ! An Unbeginning End Thou art;
Thy glory in itself abode, And still abides in its own tranquil heart: No age can heap its outward years on Thee: Dear God ! Thou art Thyself Thine own eternity !
Without an end or bound Thy life lies all outspread in light;
Our lives feel Thy life all around, Making our weakness strong, our darkness bright; Yet is it neither wilderness nor sea, But the calm gladness of a full eternity.