Hymns

Time, by moments, steals away,

by John Newton·1779·Meter 7.7.7.7

1

Time, by moments, steals away,
First the hour, and then the day;
Small the daily loss appears,
Yet it soon amounts to years:
Thus another year is flown,
Now it is no more our own
(If it brought or promised good)
Than the years before the flood.

2

But (may none of us forget)
It has left us much in debt;
Favors from the LORD received,
Sins that have his Spirit grieved;
Marked by an unerring hand
In his book recorded stand;
Who can tell the vast amount,
Placed to each of our account?

3

Happy, the believing soul!
CHRIST for you has paid the whole;
While you own the debt is large,
You may plead a full discharge:
But poor careless sinner, say,
What can you to justice pay?
Tremble, lest when life is past,
Into prison you be cast!

4

Will you still increase the score?
Still be careless, as before?
O, forbid it, gracious Lord,
Touch their spirits by thy word!
Now, in mercy, to them show
What a mighty debt they owe!
All their unbelief subdue,
Let them find forgiveness too.

5

Spared to see another year,
Let thy blessing meet us here;
Come, thy dying work revive,
Bid thy drooping garden thrive:
Sun of righteousness arise!
Warm our hearts, and bless our eyes;
Let our prayer thy bowels move,
Make this year a time of love!