(Ecclesiastes 12:2-7)

(Hour by hour the days are hasting,
Less and less with throb the heart:
More and more the strength is wasting –
Soon the spirit will depart.

(Day by day the months are going,
Les and less the eye can see;
More and more our fears are growing –
Whiter blooms the almond-tree.

(Month by month the years are rolling;
We are nearer to our home:
Hark! the solemn bell is tolling –
MOurners weep around the tomb.

(Year by year – and life has ended –
Turns to dust the house of clay;
But the soul, to God ascended,
Lives in endless, blissful day.

(There it bathes in wondrous glory,
Learns at its Redeemer’s feet;
Hears anew redemption’s story,
Joys Th’ angelic host to greet.

(Age on age new themes unfolding –
Themes our minds had never known;
New and glorious scenes beholding,
Far around Jehovah’s throne.

(Ceaseless cycles, onward moving,
Pour fresh rapture on the soul;
While Immanuel, loved and loving,
Is the centre of the whole.

(Author: L. A. M.
Woodstock, Vt., July 1860.

(Signs of the Times
Volume 28, Number 19; October 1, 1860

Below are the songs that were made from the poem using AI. They are identified
by the genre of the music in paranthesis.