AFTER A SERMONBY THE PASTOR OF SAINT MARK'S CHURCH.
"For it is appointed unto man once to die."
BUT once! this the appointed time
For fallen man to die;
But once! how solemn, how sublime!
Think of thy destiny;
Think how thy pastor pleads to-day
That all thy sins be washed away,
Meet for those realms on high.
For fallen man to die;
But once! how solemn, how sublime!
Think of thy destiny;
Think how thy pastor pleads to-day
That all thy sins be washed away,
Meet for those realms on high.
Another day, alas, too late!
How startling, yet how true
The picture of our doom, our fate,
His loved apostle drew;
How high his mission, and how grand,
This young ambassador, to stand,
His Master's way pursue;
How startling, yet how true
The picture of our doom, our fate,
His loved apostle drew;
How high his mission, and how grand,
This young ambassador, to stand,
His Master's way pursue;
To mark the course, to paint the way,
All troubled hearts to show
Their sorrows, where their burdens lay
While wandering below;
Where those sweet waters may be found,
All troubled hearts to show
Their sorrows, where their burdens lay
While wandering below;
Where those sweet waters may be found,
