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Earth’s myriad children rest beneath
The senseless clod and wave:
Art thou insatiable, o death?
And thou devouring grave?
Must mortal years for ever glide?
Life but appear and go?
And generations, as a tide,
For ever ebb and flow?
Behold they wake, put on their strength,
Array themselves afresh;
The saints of Christ have lost at length
The infirmities of flesh.
An army of immortals stands,
With energies of fire,
And ne’er to die, their radiant bands,
Unto the skies aspire.
Oh, this is life: for each one now
Hath reached his true estate:
Is wiser than the wise below,
And greater than the great.
Then grieve not at the rise and fall
Of generations here;
But follow Christ, and wait his call
When he and his appear.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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1 Co 2:9; 1 Jn 3:2;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1853 | # 104 |
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