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A hundred years ago, not one
Of us had sprung to birth;
A hundred years to come, and none
Can hope to walk this earth.
We are, we were not! here our mind
Looks round with hopes and fears;
This point is time; before, behind,
Eternity appears.
‘Tis yet, through grace, within our power,
To choose what we would be;
On the decision of an hour,
Depends eternity.
This hour, this moment, let us take
The narrow upward path;
This hour, this moment, all forsake
The broad down road to wrath.
O Lord, our Shepherd! lest like sheep,
Thy children go astray,
Feed us with knowledge, guide and keep
Our souls in thy right way.
So when a hundred years are fled,
Remembering this day’s choice,
On earth, though numbered with the dead,
In heaven, may we rejoice.
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