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On our span-long pilgrimage,
Youth, maturity, old age,
What is life?�a passing breath:
Time?�a step from birth to death.
On that step, that breath, that span,
Hang the destinies of man;
Not on this poor earth alone,
But through worlds unseen, unknown.
Here a paradise of bliss,
There a bottomless abyss,
At the saint�s or sinner�s feet,
Fraught with joys or terrors meet.
While we walk by faith below,
Grace direct the way we go,
Through thy gloom, Gethsemane!
O�er thy height, sad Calvary!
Thus in travelling from afar,
Be Christ�s cross our leading star,
And his garden-grave our rest,
When life�s sun goes down the west.
There in hope our dust be found,
When the years have filled their round,
Sown in weakness, raised with power,
In the new creation�s hour.
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7 7 7 7
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NOTTINGHAM
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7 7 7 7
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