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Time, with an unwearied hand,
Pushes round the seasons past,
And in life’s frail glass, the sand
Sinks apace, not long to last:
Many, well as you or I,
Who last year assembled thus;
In their silent graves now lie,
Graves will open soon for us!
Daily sin, and care, and strife,
While the Lord prolongs our breath,
Make it but a dying life,
Or a kind of living death:
Wretched they, and most forlorn,
Who no better portion know;
Better ne’er to have been born,
Than to have our all below.
When constrained to go alone,
Leaving all you love behind;
Entering on a world unknown,
What will then support your mind?
When the Lord His summons sends,
Earthly comforts lose their power;
Honors, riches, kindred, friends,
Cannot cheer a dying hour.
Happy souls who fear the Lord
Time is not too swift for you;
When your Savior gives the word,
Glad you’ll bid the world adieu:
Then He’ll wipe away your tears,
Near Himself appoint your place;
Swifter fly, ye rolling years,
Lord, we long to see Thy face.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7 D
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Dates:
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1779
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Bible Refs:
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Gen 6:3;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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HOLLINGSIDE
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7 D
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1861
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 286 | D | | # 441 | Eb | | # 227 | Eb | | # 528 | Eb | | # 110 | Eb | | # 119 | Eb | | # 193 | Eb |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 7 7 7 7 D | | 7 7 7 7 D |
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