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See, how the little toiling ant
Improves the harvest hours;
While summer lasts, through all her cells
The choicest stores she pours.
Sagacious she, without a guide,
By instinct only led;
Fearful of want, in harvest hours,
Provides her winter bread.
Ne'er be it said, that toiling ants,
Lay up their stock of grain;
And man neglects his great concern,
Eternal life to gain.
While life remains, our harvest lasts;
But youth of life's the prime;
Best is this season for our work,
And this the accepted time.
“To-day attend,” is wisdom's voice—
“To-morrow”—folly cries—
And still to-morrow 'tis—when O!
To-day the sinner dies!
When conscience speaks, its voice regard,
And seize the present hour;
Humbly implore the promised grace,
And God will give the power.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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ST. BERNARD
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1741
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 253 | D | | # 173 | D | | # 295 | D | | # 134 | D | | # 112 | D | | # 535 | E | | # 408 | Eb | | # 949 | Eb | | # 146 | Eb | | # 173 | Eb | | # 316 | Eb | | # 183 | Eb |
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