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The harvest of my joys is passed,
The summer of my comforts fled,
Yet am I unredeemed at last,
And sink unsaved among the dead,
If on the margin of the grave
Thou canst not in a moment save.
Destroy me not by thy delay;
Delay is endless death to me!
But the last moment of my day
Is as a thousand years to thee:
Come, Jesus, while my head I bow,
And show me thy salvation now!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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Bible Refs:
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Jer 8:20;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| 1889 | # 776 |
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