O The Clanging Bells Of Time


O 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!
If thy shores are drawing near,-
Eternity!

O the clanging bells of Time!
How their changes rise and fall,
But in under tone sublime,
Sounding clearly thro’ them all,
Is a voice that must be heard,
As our moments onward flee,
And it speaketh aye one word,-
Eternity!
And it speaketh aye one word,-
Eternity!

O the clanging bells of Time!
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 light that is to be,
For the breath doth wrap us round,-
Eternity!
For the breath doth wrap us round,-
Eternity!

O the clanging bells of Time!
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,-
Eternity!
When thy glorious morn shall break,-
Eternity!