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The swift-declining day,
How fast its moments fly!
While evening’s broad and gloomy shade
Gains on the western sky.
Ye mortals! mark its pace;
And use the hours of light;
And know, your Maker can command
An instantaneous night.
His word blots out the sun
In its meridian blaze,
An cuts from smiling vigorous youth
The remnant of its days.
On the dark mountain’s brow
Your feet shall quickly slide;
And from its airy summit dash
Your momentary pride.
Give glory to the LORD,
Who rules the rolling sphere;
Submissive at his footstool bow,
And seek salvation there.
Then shall new lustre break
Through horror’s darkest gloom,
And lead you to unchanging light
In a celestial home.
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| 1851 | # 56 |
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