Context:
Written at Byculla (Bombay) Railway station... was returning to office after an assignment at a customer’s.
As we do wade thro' a time-bound life
Busying ourselves with its myriad chores
It pays real well, it really does
To keep our eyes on eternity's morn.
Many trudge without a concerned sigh
For the need around, which made Him cry.
Will I O' Lord to that crowd belong?
Or will I follow You all along?
As many Christians, with fear do cringe
Not knowing their saviour, an enthroned King.
Help me O' Lord, of help to be
Setting them on a conquering spree.
A wretched sinner, vile was I
But thro' Christ's blood, pure am I.
That others too may join with me
To worship Thee, is my plea.
As time goes by I've more perceived:
It pays real well, it really does
To keep our eyes
On eternity's morn.
Busying ourselves with its myriad chores
It pays real well, it really does
To keep our eyes on eternity's morn.
Many trudge without a concerned sigh
For the need around, which made Him cry.
Will I O' Lord to that crowd belong?
Or will I follow You all along?
As many Christians, with fear do cringe
Not knowing their saviour, an enthroned King.
Help me O' Lord, of help to be
Setting them on a conquering spree.
A wretched sinner, vile was I
But thro' Christ's blood, pure am I.
That others too may join with me
To worship Thee, is my plea.
As time goes by I've more perceived:
It pays real well, it really does
To keep our eyes
On eternity's morn.
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