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Like shadows gliding o’er the plain,
Or clouds that roll successive on,
Man’s busy generations pass,
And while we gaze, their forms are gone.
“He lived,—he died;” behold the sum,
The abstract of the historian’s page!
Alike in God’s all-seeing eye,
The infant’s day, the patriach’s age.
O Father! in whose mighty hand
The boundless years and ages lie,
Teach us thy boon of life to prize,
And use the moments as they fly;
To crowd the narrow span of life
With wise designs and virtuous deeds;
So shall we wake from death’s dark night,
To share the glory that succeeds.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1854 | # 402 | | 1851 | # 436 |
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BROOKFIELD (GIDEON)
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1855
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| # 302 | Ab | | # 281 | Ab | | # 522 | D | | # 590 | D | | # 142 | Eb | | # 465 | Eb | | # 302 | Eb | | # 854 | Eb | | # 110 | G | | # 142 | G | | # 346 | G | | # 1152 | G | | # 224 | G |
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