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All yesterday is past
To-morrow’s not our own;
This day perchance may be our last
To bow before the throne.
To-morrow Lord is thine,
Lodged in thy sovereign hand;
And if its sun arise and shine
It shines by thy command.
The present moment flies
And bears our life away;
Oh, make the careless truly wise
That they may live to day.
Hear ye his voice to day
And harden not you heart;
To-morrow he in justice may
Pronounce the doom “Depart.”
Upon a fleeting hour
Eternity is hung
Lord waken by thy mighty power
The aged and the young.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 95:7-8;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1853 | # 7 |
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