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My days my weeks my months my years Fly rapid as




My days, my weeks, my months, my years,
Fly rapid as the whirling spheres,
Around the steady pole.
Time, like the tide, its motion keeps,
And I must launch
through endless deeps,
Where endless ages roll.


The grave is near the cradle seen,
How swift the moments pass between,
And whisper as they fly.
Unthinking man, remember this,
Though fond of sublunary bliss,
That you must groan and die.


My soul, attend the solemn call,
Thine earthly tent must shortly fall,
And thou must take thy flight.
Beyond the vast expansive blue,
To sing above, as angels do,
Or sing in endless night.


---Alternative verses---


My soul, attend the solemn call!
Thy earthly tent must shortly fall,
And thou must take thy flight,
Beyond the vast expansive blue,
To sing above, as angels do,
Or sink in gloomy night.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 6 8 8 6
Writer(s):
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      Bible Refs:
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      2005# 419
      MUSIC
      Name: AITHLONE
      Meter: 8 8 6 8 8 6
      Writer(s):
        Dates:
        SCORE PREVIEW
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        LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
        Hymn/Song Book Song # Key
        # 399G
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