A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations / Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry.

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In a moment shall they die, and the people shall be troubled at midnight, and pass away.—Job, xxxiv. 20.

Come, my people, enter thou into thy chambers, and shut thy doors about thee: hide thyself as it were for a little moment, until the indignation be overpast.—Isaiah, xxvi. 20.

Minutes are number’d by the fall of sands,

As by an hour-glass; the span of time

Doth waste us to our graves and we look on it.

An age of pleasures, revell’d out, comes home

At last, and ends in sorrow; but the life,

Weary of riot, numbers every sand,

Waiting in sighs, until the last drop down;

So to conclude calamity in rest.